Mrs. Grant. Not over 3 or 4 minutes. It was the other party speaking. This happened the afternoon—the day my brother got his horrible verdict.
Mr. Hubert. That was Saturday afternoon, March 14?
Mrs. Grant. That’s right; March 14.
Mr. Hubert. About what time of the afternoon was it?
Mrs. Grant. I would say after 2:30—sometime between 2:30 and 4, it seems.
Mr. Hubert. It was a one-sided conversation, I take it?
Mrs. Grant. Practically.
Mr. Hubert. And the essence and the gist of the conversation was that if Mr. Belli did not leave town he would be injured?
Mrs. Grant. The voice said something like this, “Mrs. Grant?” I says, “Yes.” He said, “If Melvin Belli knows what’s good for him, he had better leave town. They are going to kill him.” Now, I don’t know—this man didn’t sound like a child and he didn’t sound like an imbecile.
Mr. Hubert. Did you ask him who he meant by “they”?