Mrs. Grant. All right. Jack would be driving along in his car and there would be a young lady drive up to the right of him. If she didn’t have a marriage ring and she looked cute and he thought she might like to see a little night life he would let her pass—he would look at her license number and copy the number and find out in the city hall where to send her—her name and address and the telephone—a complimentary card to come to the Vegas Club—he as a host.
Now, I told this to Payton and the other people and he would send these people cards because girls would come to the club and ask me, “Where is Mr. Ruby?” And I would say, “He’s not here.” And they said, “Well, he sent me this complimentary card.” Once I said something to him about it and he said “Oh, I sent this to a girl,” and I never thought anything about it. Finally, when he was arrested and I knew they found a lot of numbers, I said to him, “What are these numbers for?” And he said, “You know they are license plate numbers.”
Mr. Hubert. I see your point—it might be better if we gave her the whole list.
Mrs. Grant. I’m not going to steal it.
Mr. Hubert. I can’t give you this list but I can get these names run off.
Mr. Burleson. Suppose we do it that way and it may be that in time she can reflect better.
Mr. Hubert. Suppose we do it that way, then, and instead of doing it the way we have agreed, I will supply you with a list of all of these names and ask that you look at all of them and possibly you will see some that you have overlooked?
Mrs. Grant. That’s right—there may be one or two that I have overlooked.
Mr. Hubert. And I will ask you, then, to give us an affidavit as to the significance of any of these.
Mrs. Grant. I will be happy to.