Mrs. Grant. Who is this guy, a racketeer? I want to know. I want to find out.
Mr. Griffin. He is not a racketeer. He is a perfectly legitimate man, but a friend of Jack’s.
Mrs. Grant. Who is he? I want to find out.
Mr. Griffin. He sells sports goods.
Mrs. Grant. That is more like my brother’s friends. I once had lunch with a judge. That doesn’t make me a judge.
Mr. Griffin. You don’t think I am accusing you of anything?
Mrs. Grant. No; I like you, but I want you to try to understand that we are not children. If we were 20 years of age, we only have many acquaintances. Jack and I traveled a great deal, and we met many people. Jack has a vast amount of knowledge of people’s names. That is more than I have.
Mr. Griffin. Let me say this, that in the testimony we have been taking today, I don’t think there has been any suggestion of any accusations—I have simply been trying to find out from you what you did.
(U.S. Attorney H. Barefoot Sanders enters room.)
Mrs. Grant (to Mr. Sanders). If you hear hollering, it is me. You want to shut me down and not let me explain this. When you run a business like we have, people come up and, you don’t go up and ask what business are you in.