Mr. Hubert. Did it occur to you that—then that it might have been that you had seen him at Ruby’s place?
Mr. Litchfield. I started trying to remember—everybody was sitting around and saying, “Where have you seen him?” Trying to think, and I thought about it and I remembered seeing a man similar to him, very similar to him at the Carousel that night I was there.
Mr. Hubert. Did you say that to anybody?
Mr. Litchfield. Just Don Green when I called him on the phone and then when I went down to the police department.
Mr. Hubert. Did you say that to any of the people you were playing poker with?
Mr. Litchfield. No; I did not.
Mr. Hubert. Would you give us the names of the people you were playing poker with, whose house was it at, first?
Mr. Litchfield. J. W. Grubbs [spelling] G-r-u-b-b-s.
Mr. Hubert. Where does he live?
Mr. Litchfield. Boy, I can’t tell you that—I can tell you how to go there, but I don’t remember what street it is. You go out Beckley past the A. Harris shopping center—I don’t remember the name of the street, you turn left and then you went down a couple of blocks and you turn left again—there were three cars of us and I followed. I don’t remember the name of the street.