Mrs. Rich. I did not. I was just biding my time until I found another job, which I did find. This was on a Wednesday. I was going to give him notice and leave him—I wasn’t going to leave him over the weekend, but I was going to start the other place the following Monday anyway. And this just hastened it.
Mr. Hubert. Did you report that to your husband?
Mrs. Rich. I did.
Mr. Hubert. He was employed in Dallas at that time, I think you said.
Mrs. Rich. Yes; he was.
Mr. Hubert. Where?
Mrs. Rich. At this time, I don’t recall whether he was working for Paul Rayburn, Detective Rayburn, at his used car lot, or whether he was with Al’s Automotive. One of the two places.
Mr. Hubert. What sort of a job did he have?
Mrs. Rich. Mechanic. Subsequently my husband went up and Jack Ruby threw him out of the club. My husband was going to talk to him. And I found out about it. Ruby had already kicked him out of the club. And then I disuaded him from going back further. I said, “Forget it, just let it drop.”
Mr. Hubert. Did you have any other employment in Dallas after this altercation with Ruby?