Mrs. Grant. Well, he didn’t tell me.
Mr. Hubert. How far had those plans gone, do you know?
Mrs. Grant. I looked at the outside of the building with him late at night—3 o’clock in the morning. Now, wait a minute, he had seen it—he had been in it—whatever this building is, and to this day I’d like to find it because someone else told me that.
Mr. Hubert. Do you know when that was that he showed that building to you?
Mrs. Grant. It seemed to me that it was in the summer and once early in the fall, or it could have been in October.
Mr. Hubert. Did he say what he was going to do with the Vegas and the Carousel?
Mrs. Grant. He didn’t say anything about the Vegas or the Carousel, but I’ll tell you, the Carousel in my estimation wasn’t making any money and it made him sick, and one of the reasons was he said that all the other clubs that sell liquor over the bar—you see, this State has very peculiar liquor laws and he said with a downtown club he could get a lot of members to go into this private club, but he did look at this building a few times because he talked about it and he is the biggest planner you’ve ever seen about something that don’t develop in his mind.
Mr. Hubert. Now, does the name Gene Schriver [spelling] S-c-h-r-i-v-e-r, mean anything to you?
Mrs. Grant. Is that a girl or a fellow; do you know?
Mr. Hubert. I don’t know.