Mrs. Grant. No; I was more like in a trance. I was sick physically. I was taking these pills. The shock of the President knocked me off gear. I thought the world was coming to an end. My brother sitting there like a broken man crying. All this went until days for me.
Mr. Griffin. Did Jack call Ralph Paul from your apartment?
Mrs. Grant. Yes; I think he did. He may have even called Friday, I don’t know. If it is on my bill.
Mr. Griffin. Did you call Ralph?
Mrs. Grant. No. I think I called him that following Sunday, the 24th.
Mr. Griffin. But you didn’t call him on Friday or Saturday?
Mrs. Grant. No; I had very little business with Ralph Paul. Not that I remember. It would have to be an exceptionally good reason, and I don’t know what reason it would have been.
Mr. Griffin. Did Jack receive a telephone call from Little Lynn while he was at your apartment?
Mrs. Grant. Not that I can recall. The phone did ring, but I couldn’t say who it was. But I remember the Friday night, because Andy called.
Mr. Griffin. Do you recall the telephone call from somebody asking Jack for some money on Saturday night?