Mr. Hubert. I think you said that at the time—or you said once before in your statement—at the time you were there there were some people taking pictures of the club?
Mr. Litchfield. There were some fellows—you see, when I walked in Jack wasn’t there and I told the doorman, whom I found out later was his roommate—I don’t remember the man’s name, that I was to see Jack on business and he said he wasn’t there, and so I sat down and had some coffee and watched the bumps and what have you, and after Jack came in, then he had to see two or three people before me.
Mr. Hubert. Did you happen to mention to the doorman or anybody else around there that you were from California?
Mr. Litchfield. Yes.
Mr. Hubert. You did so?
Mr. Litchfield. Yes.
Mr. Hubert. Whom did you tell that to, do you remember?
Mr. Litchfield. The doorman and some other fellow that was sitting there. He asked me where I was from and I said, “California and Phoenix”—is all I said. I didn’t think it was any of his business who I was.
Mr. Hubert. Do you remember the name of the other man, other than the doorman to whom you said that?
Mr. Litchfield. No—he was a little short fellow, I would say late forties or maybe even middle fifties. If I remember right he had kind of a silver hairline—I don’t remember—whether he was kind of bald in the center or not, I know it was receding, and he had an appearance of being of Jewish descent.