Mrs. Pitts. Yes, sir.
Mr. Hubert. Had you noticed before that both bedrooms had been occupied by people, that is to say, by cleaning up, by seeing that the beds had been slept in and so forth, you can tell when the rooms——
Mrs. Pitts. No; the bed was made. Now, the manager told me, but I didn’t see him there. Now, the manager told me that they must—this man Senator had moved over there, but then I didn’t see him there.
Mr. Hubert. He didn’t pay you?
Mrs. Pitts. No, sir.
Mr. Hubert. Did you ever talk to Mr. Senator over the phone?
Mrs. Pitts. No, no. I—he called me from his apartment once and talked to me about coming to clean for him, but he didn’t talk to me, Mr. Ruby.
Mr. Hubert. Was it possible that the man you spoke to on November 24, was not Mr. Ruby, but Mr. Senator?
Mrs. Pitts. It sounded like Mr. Ruby, but he just—he started talking off all right and then he would go, you know, to talking funny to me, and don’t sound like himself, and hollering and talking loud and that is something he didn’t ever do.
Mr. Hubert. You mean kind of mad at you?