Mrs. Rich. They advised me to tell you what I am about to tell you. A week ago last Saturday night I got home about 10:30, my brother-in-law had a stroke——
Mr. Hubert. Let’s get the date of that.
Mrs. Rich. That would be a week ago last Saturday.
Mr. Hubert. Last Saturday was the 30th—the 23d of May.
Mrs. Rich. I believe so.
Mr. Hubert. All right.
Mrs. Rich. About 10:30 at night I got home. And some phone calls started. Again, let me say this may not or it may have a bearing on this. My life was directly threatened. I called the Hanover police—something I very seldom will do. But I panicked. They also phoned my husband’s office. He was working that night on dispatch at the cab company. They threatened my life with him. Sometimes they would call and say something, sometimes just hang up, sometimes just giggle. But they directly threatened my life. I thought perhaps it was something to do with various police organization work I had done, somebody had a grudge or something, or a crank, or anything. The phone calls stopped and they started again. I called the police department again. But then I was in hysterics.
Last Thursday I was on my way from my home up to North Attleboro, Mass. For approximately 30 miles I was followed, and subsequently, up until last Sunday I have had a tail on me. I notified the Mansfield police. They got the registration number and the name of the fellow following me. And he could give no reason why he was almost 60 or 70 miles from where he lived.
Mr. Hubert. And the Mansfield police have a record of that?
Mrs. Rich. That is correct. Mansfield, Mass.