Mr. Griffin. Where do the police officers normally go?
Mr. McMillon. Martin’s or the Majestic. Of course, Martin’s wouldn’t be open on Sunday, I don’t think. Wherever you can go. You might possibly go to the locker room, if you wanted to. There is a coffee machine down there.
Mr. Griffin. Uh-huh. Do you remember what you did up until the time that you were asked to go down into the basement?
Mr. McMillon. I tried to work on some of my cases, the best I could. I don’t remember whether I was trying to contact some complainants by phone or whether I had checked some prisoners out of the jail, was working out on prisoners, exactly what I was doing. I know I was working in the office when Lieutenant Smart came through and said, “Don’t anybody leave.”
Mr. Griffin. Do you remember any of the cases that you worked on that day?
Mr. McMillon. Huh-uh.
Mr. Griffin. Were you busy answering telephone calls from people?
Mr. McMillon. Yes; I answered some phone calls from people. Yes, sir; I sure did.
Mr. Griffin. Did you get any phone calls in connection with the murder of the President?
Mr. McMillon. Not that I recall.