Mr. Griffin. How long had you remained—how long had you been here by the side of this armored truck prior to the time that you heard any shots in the basement?
Mr. Smart. Oh, long enough that, when the truck backed down, Batchelor and I found some bottles in it, anything that might be used as a weapon that was loose in the truck. I don’t know how long that would have been, practically all of the time that I was in the basement.
Mr. Griffin. Were you standing beside the truck?
Mr. Smart. No; I was up here.
Mr. Griffin. Do you want to mark up there where the truck was? Why don’t you mark a square where the truck was?
Mr. Smart. This is strictly guesswork because I didn’t measure in feet or anything.
Mr. Griffin. This is all right. Just a rough idea. And you were standing at the place where you were standing beside the truck?
Mr. Smart. I had been in the truck, around the truck, I had taken some bottles over here and set them on a ledge out of the way and I had walked back—of course, this doesn’t represent too many feet—approximately halfway from the truck down to the end of the ramp, and at the time that I heard the shot, I was looking out this way.
Mr. Griffin. I see. What did you do at the time that you heard the shot?
Mr. Smart. What did I do at the time?