Mr. Sorrels. No; a public elevator—and got down to the basement floor, and I headed right into the jailer’s office. And at that time Oswald was laying on the floor and someone was giving him artificial respiration.
Mr. Hubert. By mechanical means?
Mr. Sorrels. No; by hand. I recall seeing his stomach was uncovered, his shirt was pulled up like that, and the man apparently was over him giving him artificial respiration by his hands.
I went to a telephone, which is in the jail office there, up against the wall, and called my headquarters office and told Deputy Chief Paterni that Oswald had been shot by a man named Jack Rubin—that is how I understood it at that time—who operated a nightclub, and that was all the information I had at that time.
Mr. Hubert. Now, Mr. Paterni was in Washington?
Mr. Sorrels. Yes.
Mr. Hubert. That was a long-distance call?
Mr. Sorrels. Yes, sir.
Mr. Hubert. Do you know what time the call was made, did you use a direct line?
Mr. Sorrels. No; I called it on the security phone, which we use in connection with matters pertaining to the protection of prisoners. In other words, the Signal Corps—