Mr. Turner. Oh, any number of times, 15 or 20. Just pass him in the hall.
Mr. Hubert. Did he seem to have free movement?
Mr. Turner. That’s right. He had free movement on that floor. He had free movement in the basement. That was the only two floors we actually ever did see him, but he was on those floors, back to the press room, talking to the other reporters.
Mr. Hubert. All right, go ahead.
Mr. Turner. And, he—and then Sunday morning we came over. I ran into him in the restroom, and he seemed to just live there in the jail.
Mr. Hubert. Still had that trenchcoat?
Mr. Turner. And still carrying the little bag, same little bag.
Mr. Hubert. Did it seem to be a camera bag?
Mr. Turner. No; they were not camera bags. One little, thin portfolio, and I took the assumption he was selling insurance, from just looking at the little—something like an insuranceman might show to a customer, but that could be entirely wrong.
Mr. Hubert. And then he had another bag besides that?