Mr. Hubert. Well, they tailed you from where to where?
Mrs. Rich. Wherever I went. I would leave the house, and believe me I think I know when I am being tailed. When I pull over to the side of the road, and a car pulls up and doesn’t pass me—I will do this two or three times. And when I take a turnoff where nobody else will take, and the car is still there, I think they are tailing me.
Mr. Hubert. You tried to shake them?
Mrs. Rich. Precisely.
Mr. Hubert. And you were not able to do so.
Mrs. Rich. That’s correct.
Mr. Hubert. When you get to your house, did they park around it?
Mrs. Rich. The one time the man did, down on the bridge—the boundary line to our property is a river. And he sat down there and pretended to be looking in the water. And then I would see him down by Jordan’s, which is an eating house. Then he would be cruising around. And finally he would give up and go away. And in a couple of hours he would be back. Every time I took the car out, they were there.
Mr. Hubert. What about at night? Did you observe anything?
Mrs. Rich. I didn’t go out at night.