Mrs. Rich. Yes.
Mr. Hubert. Now, what facts occurred to give you the impression that there was a hitch with respect to money?
Mrs. Rich. Oh, just that they were talking about, well, first of all when I say we—a group of people were supposed to go to Mexico to make the arrangement for rifles but “Well, no, you can’t leave tomorrow”—they dropped it. And just evasive statements that led me to believe that perhaps they were lacking in funds.
And then Ruby comes in, and everybody looks like this, you know, a big smile—like here comes the Saviour, or something. And he took one look at me, I took one look at him, and we glared, we never spoke a word. I don’t know if you have ever met the man. But he has this nervous air about him. And he seemed overly nervous that night. He bustled on in. The colonel rushed out into the kitchen or bedroom, I am not sure which. Ruby had—and he always did carry a gun—and I noticed a rather extensive bulge in his—about where his breast pocket would be. But at that time I thought it was a shoulder holster, which he was in the habit of carrying.
Mr. Hubert. He was in the habit of carrying?
Mrs. Rich. Yes. Either a shoulder holster or a gun stuck in his pocket. I always had a gun behind the bar. That is normal.
Mr. Hubert. You had seen it at his shoulder?
Mrs. Rich. Yes; which was normal—because he made the bank deposit. I made the bank deposit a couple of times for him and carried a gun when I made it.
Mr. Hubert. Did he show any signs of recognition of you?
Mrs. Rich. Yes; he glared at me and I glared back, as much as to say to each other what the heck are you doing here.