Mrs. Pitts. Well, that was back in December. He was a tall, young looking boy.
Mr. Hubert. That is not the man I just showed you the picture of?
Mrs. Pitts. He don’t look like him; no. I don’t know his name. I seen him there. I seen him one Sunday night. I seen him there and seen him there once before then, but he didn’t say too much when he come in that Sunday night. I was getting ready to leave.
Mr. Hubert. You only saw him twice?
Mrs. Pitts. Yes, sir.
Mr. Hubert. He was thin, and tall, you say?
Mrs. Pitts. Well, he wasn’t a real thin boy, but he was tall.
Mr. Hubert. He was tall? How old was he?
Mrs. Pitts. I don’t know just how old he was.
Mr. Hubert. What made you think he was living there?