Mr. Hubert. Nichols’ car lot?
Mrs. Carlin. I don’t know the name of it.
Mr. Hubert. Well, what happened then?
Mrs. Carlin. Then we got to the club and the doors were locked, and there was no sign of anybody being in there, so we thought——
Mr. Hubert. About what time was it?
Mrs. Carlin. It was about 8:30.
Mr. Hubert. Was there a sign up saying that the club would be closed?
Mrs. Carlin. Yes. They were closed, but it didn’t say when or how long or when it would open or anything on it. We went upstairs to the Carousel Club—I mean the Colony Club next door and waited a few minutes hoping they would open up, thinking possibly it would be late, and we would wait up there 30 or 40 minutes. And my husband checked several times to see if they were open, and I said, “Tammy, if you are broke,”—she knew how to get ahold of him, because she was broke. She didn’t have any salary.
Mr. Hubert. You didn’t have any money?
Mrs. Carlin. No.