Mr. Paul. No—I might have heard the name but I never knew a guy with a name like that.
Mr. Hubert. You don’t recognize the man at the bar?
Mr. Paul. No—it’s not in the Carousel, that’s for sure. The Carousel had no cloths on the tables.
Mr. Hubert. Nor did it have a bar?
Mr. Paul. It had a bar.
Mr. Hubert. I mean, not for liquor.
Mr. Paul. No; that’s right—that looks like a private club.
Mr. Hubert. Were you familiar with the notebooks and memo books that Ruby kept?
Mr. Paul. No, sir.
Mr. Hubert. Did you ever see them at all?