Mr. Hubert. Do you know whether the Main Street entrance to the municipal building was locked that day?
Mr. Pierce. It was locked; yes, sir.
Mr. Hubert. You tested it yourself?
Mr. Pierce. And I inadvertently did. Not purposely, for any purpose, but I did.
Mr. Hubert. You say that you inadvertently did?
Mr. Pierce. And I am glad it happened that way.
Mr. Hubert. Well, tell us about that, briefly.
Mr. Pierce. The Main Street door is comprised of a revolving door with two little vestibule-type doors, one each—that is, one on each side of the revolving door and the two vestibule doors and revolving door are all locked, and I do know that they were locked, because for this reason. In the crowd and milling of curiosity seekers and general public that had gone up and down Main Street, as well as Commerce, and in an attempt to get in and see what was going on, a couple—two women looked through the glass of the doors there. And apparently thought, well, if they could get in here they could see in, because I believe it was a time—no, I wouldn’t even say I believe it was a time. It might be they had tried the ramp area, and at any rate, they came up to the door and tried to get in the revolving door as if to come in off of Main Street, and apparently not knowing that the building was closed for the weekend, they thought they could come right in city hall, and I just waved my hand at them this way [indicating] and they had seen it was locked, and I waved my hand at them as if to say, “I’m not going to open it for you. City hall is closed.” We have to do that quite often, because people come down and want to pay their water bills and we have to say, “We are closed for the weekend.” And I know it was closed because they were trying to see if they could get in. In fact, this was the time when even I didn’t know all this other was going to take place, but I figured, too, curiosity.
Mr. Hubert. What about the Commerce Street——
Mr. Pierce. No; it was locked.