Mr. Paul. No, sir.
Mr. Hubert. I think that one of the girls in the club had a boy friend named Tommy, do you know who that was—Tommy?
Mr. Paul. The only real boy friends that I can give you the name of and she got married to the boy recently.
Mr. Hubert. Who was that?
Mr. Paul. He was in the police department, but I can’t think of his name. He made her give up the business and they got married and went to California, but you know, talking about boy friends, those girls have boy friends all the time—they are different boy friends—you never know which one is which. I can’t remember one name from another.
Mr. Hubert. Well, here’s what I wanted to get at—after you took over the club, you apparently hired someone to collect the cover charge at the front?
Mr. Paul. Yes.
Mr. Hubert. He was a gray-haired man, I’m told?
Mr. Paul. No, it was Leo Torti.
Mr. Hubert. [Spelling] T-o-r-t-i?