Mr. Griffin. Were there a couple of older men?
Mr. Crafard. One older man that worked behind the counter in the evenings.
Mr. Griffin. Did Jack also eat at the Eatwell?
Mr. Crafard. He didn’t eat there when I was there with him, after I went to work for him. I understood the guy knew Jack real well, in fact he got in the habit of calling me Jack Ruby, Jr., or Little Ruby, in a kind of teasing manner. He was a very friendly person.
Mr. Griffin. Was that the older man?
Mr. Crafard. He was an older man; I believe the oldest man that I saw there.
Mr. Griffin. You don’t recall his name, first name, do you?
Mr. Crafard. No; I don’t recall his first name.
Mr. Griffin. Was one of the fellows in there called Jimmy, that you recall?
Mr. Crafard. Not that I recall. There is one of those messes of pictures I would like to get hold of. There is one side of them I would just as soon get ahold of and tear up.