Mrs. Grant. Some man come in my club weeks later and says, “Your brother was in,” and I didn’t even know this man’s business, and he said he works there as a car mechanic and he says, “He got someone’s car out of hock,” so I figured maybe it was his car—I didn’t think of it.
Mr. Hubert. Who was that man, do you know?
Mrs. Grant. Some customer at the Vegas Club—if I saw him, I would know him.
Mr. Hubert. You don’t remember his name?
Mrs. Grant. No; but I knew his appearances. He was one like the regulars who come about every month one time.
Mr. Hubert. Do you know what kind of car he drove?
Mrs. Grant. No; I was in the club—I wouldn’t know what the patrons were driving, but he did repair someone’s car and it was a family man that was supposed to go on the road or some darn thing and if I’m not mistaken, as far as I know, my brother never got the money back. It wasn’t $800 worth of repairs, but these are the things that he did.
Mr. Hubert. What was the twistboard deal, can you tell us about that?
Mrs. Grant. Yes; he met a man—I think this man lives in Fort Worth and I think his name is out there somewhere and it says a plastic company on that thing—I’m almost sure it is the same man, and this man was manufacturing them and Jack had a deal with him to cover Texas, and if it went good, Jack would get the whole United States. In fact, I think somewhere in my apartment there might be a twistboard. I don’t know if I ever saw the man or not, but I believe he is in either Arlington or Fort Worth, lived there, and there is a twistboard that Jack—he sold quite a number—he sent some out to different people.
Mr. Hubert. Was Earl interested in that?