Mr. Reeves. Well, I seen him going in and out of the place there all of the time—I just missed him. I was not trying to keep up with him—I just missed him. I was not trying to keep up with him, but I just missed him.
Mr. Hubert. Do you remember when you missed him?
Mr. Reeves. No, sir.
Mr. Hubert. Did anybody tell you he had gone?
Mr. Reeves. No, sir; didn’t nobody tell me.
Mr. Hubert. Do you remember the last time you saw him?
Mr. Reeves. No, sir; I couldn’t say for sure the last time I seen him. I think he stayed there a week or 2—I don’t remember—it might be 3 weeks—I don’t remember. Sometimes he would come in, he was a pretty friendly boy, and he would come there and wave at me and I am pretty friendly too and I would see him when he was working up there for Jack Ruby and maybe I would wave to him when he came out and sometimes he would come over there and talk to me at the ticket window while I was cashing tickets and chat with him a few times, but I don’t remember him ever telling me his name or anything, but he was a peculiar acting kind of a boy.
Mr. Hubert. In what way?
Mr. Reeves. The way he would sort of bat his eyes like that when he would talk and get around real fast when he would take off up the street. He would walk real fast, you know, and all at once he would just take off and go through the Adolphus Hotel lobby, is what I mean. He claimed he had a girl friend over there—I don’t know who it was.
Mr. Hubert. Where?