Mr. Litchfield. He had on a white sweater and kind of a T-shirt-type sweater, and a pair of, I guess they were gray khakis or they might have been gabardine, there was no crease in them and they were real sloppy and his hair wasn’t combed, you know.
Mr. Hubert. You didn’t talk to him?
Mr. Litchfield. No, I didn’t talk to anybody while I was there other than Jack and I did meet that photographer—I don’t remember his name. Jack introduced me, and I did meet that great big guy. He came back into the office—he did once while I was in there with Jack and he had just gotten married to some girl from Galveston and they were celebrating their honeymoon and I was thinking, “You’ve got to be a nut to come to a place like this to celebrate a honeymoon.”
Mr. Hubert. When you came out of Jack’s office, did you see this man that you think might be Oswald in there still?
Mr. Litchfield. When you come out of his office, you can’t see nothing—you walk down the hall and turn left and then you are back in the club part of it—the Carousel.
Now, when I came back in the club part, the man that I thought was Oswald had already seen Jack—I was the last one to see him—I don’t think there were more than two or three people left in the club—this big heavy-set fellow and his wife were still there.
Mr. Hubert. In other words, this man you thought was Oswald was waiting to see Jack?
Mr. Litchfield. Yes.
Mr. Hubert. And he was ahead of you?
Mr. Litchfield. Yes.