Mr. Litchfield. There was somebody waiting to see Jack, like I said, that was sitting—there was a aisle going straight and you got to turn left—back by the pole where the light switches are, and he was waiting to see him and I believe he said he was from California and he was in his middle thirties, a black-headed fellow. I never met the man and he saw Jack and he was still there when I left.
Mr. Hubert. Who was?
Mr. Litchfield. This fellow we are speaking of now.
Mr. Hubert. From California, you mean?
Mr. Litchfield. I think he said he was from California. I think when I came in the doorman said, “Well, there are two other people here and the photographer to see him ahead of you,” when I first came in, and he said, “He’s late now, but you can have a seat and wait if you want to.” And the two other people were the fellow whom I assumed that looked like this Oswald, and this fellow, I believe that said he was from California and the photographer—were the three people in front of me.
Mr. Hubert. Did you see the man who said he was from California talk to the man you think was Oswald?
Mr. Litchfield. No, sir.
Mr. Hubert. You had never seen Oswald before?
Mr. Litchfield. No; never had.
Mr. Hubert. You were shown pictures of Oswald, is that right?