Mrs. Grant. Willie—he is considered——
Mr. Hubert. How is it spelled?
Mrs. Grant. [Spelling] M-c-W-i-l-l-i-e.
Mr. Hubert. Oh, that’s Louis McWillie, is that who you mean?
Mrs. Grant. I met him 8 or 9 years ago in the restaurant with Jack, and Jack told me that night or the next night that, “He’s a gambler,” in fact, I think he was the main guy at the high class club here, Cipango’s, he ran games over there at that club and it is highly recognized, and the town sort of overlooks him and they admire him—truthfully, if you met this man, you would think he is a doctor or a lawyer.
Mr. Burleson. Jack has had some contact with him?
Mrs. Grant. Yes; not in business. He was a nice fellow. I don’t know how well Jack knew him—I do know this man was getting a divorce. He was married to a much older lady and he went to Jack—he wanted Jack to talk to this lady to be sure she files a divorce, something to that effect, because I went with him to her home. He wasn’t there.
Mr. Burleson. Jack also had contact by going on vacations with him, for instance?
Mrs. Grant. Well; wait a minute. Jack was broke, as you know. That’s another thing, and he was so disgusted and so blue and it seemed it was the year my father was very ill, I think it was 1958, and that McWillie sent him a ticket to come to Havana, Cuba, and my sister was there—not the same time, but the same year, but there was no commotion with Havana, Cuba, then, and McWillie—the airlines has proved that this ticket was bought by this McWillie—that’s as much as I know.
Mr. Burleson. He went down there and was it for some type of business that they had talked about?