Mrs. Grant. Well, wait a minute, I pick up the headlines and they got Paul Roland Jones in jail somewhere—in Fort Worth. I no sooner picked this up—this paper, the paper of this city, my brother is calling me from Chicago that the FBI or some organization, one of your organizations went to the Congress Hotel where Jack was staying and they are questioning him about whether—about what he knew about Paul Roland Jones. I don’t think Jack ever heard me mention the name.
Mr. Hubert. How long had you known Paul Roland Jones when this occurred?
Mrs. Grant. Not too many months—if it was 6 months or 8 months—it was the longest.
Mr. Hubert. Had you done any business with him?
Mrs Grant. No—never.
Mr. Hubert. It was simply through meeting at the club?
Mrs. Grant. Well, this doctor brought him in one afternoon. He knew him because he went to him for treatment.
Mr. Hubert. Well, that’s the first meeting, but thereafter, what was the basis of the meeting?
Mrs. Grant. Nothing. I mean, he came in, and I went to dinner with him and the doctor once, and we went for a ride, but I’ll tell you, the doctor and I didn’t know anything about his background.
Mr. Hubert. He was ultimately charged, was he not, with the possession of narcotics?