Mrs. Grant. I remember I spoke with Leonard Wood about he wanted some money. Either I picked up the phone—I thought it was Friday night. Now, if it wasn’t, I am quite mixed up. In fact, until recently, I forgot about giving him $10 until Sunday morning, and this only came to me recently.
Mr. Griffin. Mrs. Grant, on Saturday night from your apartment, did Jack call a man named Lawrence Meyers?
Mrs. Grant. No.
Mr. Griffin. Do you know Lawrence Meyers?
Mrs. Grant. No. Who is he? I would like to know who he is. Someone else asked me.
Mr. Griffin. A friend of Jack’s from Chicago.
Mrs. Grant. I don’t know who he was. Was he in Chicago, the fellow?
Mr. Griffin. No; he was in Dallas.
Mrs. Grant. I never heard the name, believe me, so help me God. I don’t even know who you are talking about. I know Lenny Patrick. I know who he is, and I haven’t seem him in 35 years. We are very well acquainted!
Mr. Griffin. Did Jack——