Mrs. Grant. He didn’t talk—for 10 days he never mentioned it and I never mentioned it, but in this white overall he had a little picture and on one side is the late President’s picture in color. It is the most beautiful picture of him that I have seen. On the other side is a prayer of the Catholics. I have never seen my brother carry anything like that. He is definitely a good Jew no matter what people think. He had kissed the President’s picture in front of me—right in front of me like a baby, and he held that card prayer and his lawyers have seen him, and I don’t know what denomination they all are—we don’t go that way. He just held that card there, there’s a little pocket in there—all he knows—let me put it this way—it maybe was in back of his mind something that I don’t know or nobody knows, but he loved the President, but he had no idea of doing this. In the first place——
Mr. Hubert. It wouldn’t do any good, I don’t believe, for you to give your opinions.
Mrs. Grant. All right.
Mr. Hubert. If you know from what he told you, that’s another matter, but you say he has not told you that?
Mrs. Grant. This was a shock out of my wits.
Mr. Burleson. Let me ask you this—he didn’t tell you that, then?
Mrs. Grant. No.
Mr. Burleson. Now, something we haven’t gone into and might be relevant to this—Jack had a great acquaintance with the police, didn’t he?
Mrs. Grant. Far greater than the average citizen of this city, unless they were a wife of a man.
Mr. Burleson. Could you tell us what Jack’s attitude was toward the police?