Mr. Hardin. Came off the Main Street entrance to the city hall.
Mr. Hubert. Describe for the record what you saw and what you did?
Mr. Hardin. Now remembering coming into the basement, there were police officers standing there guarding the basement to see nobody got out, and let us go into the basement, and when—and boy, the basement was pretty crowded, a bunch of photographers and newsmen down there, and they were moving this van up the Commerce Street side so we could get in—I mean going up the ramp toward Commerce Street side, best I remember, now, and pulled the ambulance up just south of the—well, I don’t—jail office I guess it would be in there, and stopped the ambulance, and when we got out I started around the back of the ambulance to take the stretcher out, and there was a police officer, I don’t remember who he was or anything, but he must have not recognized me, kind of pushed me back into the crowd. I guess he thought I was someone just coming through, so, just a few seconds until he did recognize me and let me on through——
Mr. Hubert. By the way, was there anyone with you then?
Mr. Hardin. Yes, sir; my rider attendant, was with me.
Mr. Hubert. Who was that?
Mr. Hardin. Harold Wayne Wolfe.
Mr. Hubert. Go ahead.
Mr. Hardin. And I went around to the back of the ambulance, and my rider opened the back door and took the stretcher out, and went into the police or jail office, and we saw Oswald lying on the floor there, and several men around him, and we picked him up and put him on the stretcher and put him in the ambulance, and then there were two or three men, I don’t remember now, got into the back of the ambulance, I believe.
Mr. Hubert. Do you know who they were?