Mr. Armstrong. Yes, he said, “I don’t want to be involved with the club any more, but if you want to do it, you can contact this lady.” He give me her name—it was “Duckie” or something like that, to come down and give you a hand, because she knows something about operating a club and you can talk to Ralph about it.
Mr. Hubert. And you tried to find that girl?
Mr. Armstrong. I tried to contact her and I didn’t have any luck and I told Ralph about it and he said “forget it.”
Mr. Hubert. Now, that girl you remember as being the girl who had been around the club four or five or six times; isn’t that correct?
Mr. Armstrong. Right.
Mr. Hubert. And that Jack used to take home at night?
Mr. Armstrong. Yes.
Mr. Hubert. I don’t mean to his house, but he did—he left with her, at any rate?
Mr. Armstrong. I don’t know whether he left with her or not because I leave before he does.
Mr. Hubert. Well, do you remember making the statement to the FBI to the effect you knew of one girl there that worked for 5 or 6 nights, it was the same girl you looked for later, and that Ruby had taken her home after closing hours on each of the nights she had worked there?