Mr. Sorrels. No, sir.
Mr. Hubert. Well, you were standing at the window looking down, as I understand it, on the scene on Commerce Street, waiting actually to see the procession go out. But this officer told you this at the entrance to Batchelor’s office?
Mr. Sorrels. Yes. I was not at the window at that time.
Mr. Hubert. You had moved away?
Mr. Sorrels. We had walked away from the window, I think, just killing time, I guess. And we were actually in the—outside of Batchelor’s office, but in that area there.
Mr. Hubert. All right. What did you do?
Mr. Sorrels. I immediately rushed down to the basement.
Mr. Hubert. How did you go—by what route?
Mr. Sorrels. I grabbed an elevator, as I recall it.
Mr. Hubert. Public elevator or the jail elevator?