Mr. Hubert. You were at the club then?
Mr. Paul. Yes; then he called me Saturday when I got home.
Mr. Hubert. About what time was that?
Mr. Paul. Well, I didn’t feel too good that night, and I left home—I generally work until 1 o’clock in the morning. I left at 11 o’clock and he said he called the place and they told him I went home and they told him I didn’t feel well, and he says, “What’s wrong with you?” And I says, “I’ve got a cold,” and then he told me that he was downtown and that nobody was doing any business, so I says to him, “Well, if nobody is doing any business, I guess you had better close.”
Mr. Hubert. And what did he say to that?
Mr. Paul. Then he called me back one more time—I didn’t give you this before because I didn’t—then he called me back one more time and told me that he was over at his sister’s house, Eva’s house, and Eva was crying and they are both crying.
Mr. Hubert. This was Saturday night?
Mr. Paul. This was Saturday night—that was late. I said, “Jack, I don’t feel good. Let me go to sleep.”
Mr. Hubert. How long after the first call on Saturday night did the second call come?
Mr. Paul. The first call come, I think, was 9:30 or 10 o’clock, and the second call I think was about 11:30.