Mr. Hubert. How did they accept your suggestion that you would bail out?
Mrs. Rich. I don’t know. We left. I wasn’t going to wait around to find out.
Mr. Hubert. So you never did report it to the authorities.
Mrs. Rich. No; I never did.
Mr. Hubert. Why?
Mrs. Rich. Well, my husband got picked up in Dallas, and I will never know if this was true—he said it wasn’t—the policeman said it was. My husband had a .45. It was not registered.
Mr. Hubert. You mean a pistol?
Mrs. Rich. Yes; a service automatic. He had no right carrying it. He had it in the car. At that time he had a little old Nash Rambler station wagon of his own. This cop says when he picked my husband up my husband was standing in a little clearing beside the road there on the way out to Rayburn, brandishing a gun around saying he was going to kill somebody. He come to find out if it was a cop he was going to kill. I will never know to this day whether this was true or not.
Mr. Hubert. How long after the third meeting did this happen?
Mrs. Rich. That happened between the second and third meeting, if my time elements are right.