Mr. Reeves. It seems to me he fooled around in the lobby, in the back waiting room there a while and pranced around or walked around and drove off—where he went from there, I don’t know.
Mr. Hubert. Did you see him any more that day?
Mr. Reeves. Let’s see, it seems to me he came back down there that night and fooled around the lobby.
Mr. Hubert. Did he park his car?
Mr. Reeves. You see, he always parked his own car—we didn’t park his.
Mr. Hubert. He had a special spot there?
Mr. Reeves. Yes; he had a special spot there. We could move it up and down, because he would leave his key, and we could move it up and down as we had to move it in parking, but it seemed to me like he left again to go—he was going home, and I told Mack, the colored man that worked for me, I said, “That looked like Jack Ruby’s car that went up the street.” You see, I sit on Commerce Street and I can tell every car that passed if I just wanted to look out, and it seemed to me, I told Mack that that looked like Jack Ruby’s car that went back up the street, up Commerce.
Mr. Hubert. He didn’t have to check in with you to get his car out?
Mr. Reeves. No, sir; he was a monthly parker, he paid by the month. When his car was parked there, nobody fooled with it, because he was a monthly parker. You see, the drive came in this way [indicating] for all the ticket cars, and over here on the side, was his parking place. Of course, we might park two or three in front of his, but sometimes we would move his if a boy had to sweep or something, we would have to move his car up and down and back and forth.
Mr. Hubert. What time was it, about, that you saw him leave again and made a comment to that effect to the colored boy?