Mr. Griffin. Would you do something? Would you put your initials beside it or something to indicate that that is you? Okay. Now, did you see Sam Pierce’s car go out of the driveway?
Mr. Smart. No; I didn’t.
Mr. Griffin. Which direction or what were you doing at the time that Pierce’s car would have gone out about a minute ago?
Mr. Smart. I don’t know when his car went out. I heard them talking about it. It was supposed to have gone out this way, wasn’t it?
Mr. Griffin. Yes; now, when you were standing by the armored car, were you looking up to Commerce Street?
Mr. Smart. At the time of the shooting?
Mr. Griffin. No; not at the time of the shooting.
Mr. Smart. Well, I was looking every way that I could, this side of the truck, this side of the truck, trying to see down here from time to time, but I couldn’t see much for the television lights.
Mr. Griffin. Now, how long——
Mr. Smart. I was mainly interested in the security angle from across the street, so forth. That was my thought.