Mr. Hubert. Let me put it another way. When you left Servance and Pierce and the others, at the Commerce Street entrance and you and Riggs decided to go and watch on television and you left for the municipal building, how long was it before the shooting.
Mr. Fuqua. Oh, it wasn’t over 10 or 15 minutes at the most. I doubt if it was that long, because we walked slowly along the street there and where these two officers were on the Main Street side, and just walked on around slowly, around the Harwood side, and looked down the ramp, and by the time we found out it wasn’t—that it wasn’t going to be on television and came back——
Mr. Hubert. And that is about the time the shot was fired?
Mr. Fuqua. Right.
Mr. Hubert. How long were you in the locker room?
Mr. Fuqua. I think, sir, we were long enough—I think Riggs bought a can of chili and beans or something he bought.
Mr. Hubert. And he had a chance to eat it?
Mr. Fuqua. He just walked on back up the stairs. We was laughing, we got to wondering what he did with the can when he got back up, because I guess just before he finished it, well, that is what happened.
Mr. Hubert. Do you know a man by the name of Jack Ruby?
Mr. Fuqua. No.