And we were talking, only I didn’t speak so hectic as I am now. I was pretty low and sick physically. I said, “I am going to call over at Mary’s.” That is Mary and Ann Hyman, and Mary lives at 1044 Loyola, Chicago.
She said, “When you call over there, tell Hyman (my older brother) he left his glasses here.”
So I said, “You are in Chicago, why don’t you call him.” Kidding her.
And she said, “No.”
I think I called that night. You look and see. It seems to me I called.
Mr. Griffin. Did you leave the apartment at all that night?
Mrs. Grant. Never.
Mr. Griffin. Now, somebody made a telephone call early Saturday morning from the Vegas Club.
Mrs. Grant. That wasn’t right. That is a confusion. I billed it to the Vegas Club telephone, unless one of my help went there, which I doubt. But I wanted to call my son’s father-in-law, which I straightened out with the FBI.
Mr. Griffin. That was a call made to a family named Hirsch?