Mr. Robertson. No; I have no doubts.
Mr. Griffin. Suppose I told you that we interviewed the police officers who were on guard, and one of them says he recalls a man, who says he recognized Ruby, that he recalls a man who looks like Ruby, but it wasn’t Ruby, come up and do what you have previously described to the FBI, and go on. Would that shake your judgment in any way?
Mr. Robertson. No. I don’t, of course, claim that I cannot make a mistake. In my judgment, the man I saw was Jack Ruby. I know no one else who looks like that. Obviously, I could have been mistaken, but I don’t believe so.
Mr. Griffin. Tell us what you think Jack Ruby, the man you think was Jack Ruby, what you recall him doing.
Mr. Robertson. He walked up to the door of Captain Fritz’ office and put his hand on the knob and started to open it. He had the door open a few inches and began to step into the room, and the two officers stopped him. I was reasonably certain one of them, or some voice at that time had said, “You can’t go in there, Jack.” And the man in question, if it was not Jack Ruby, turned around and passed some joking remarks with a couple of people who were there, I don’t know who, and went back down the hall toward the elevator.
Mr. Griffin. Do you recall how Jack Ruby was dressed on that occasion?
Mr. Robertson. No. All I saw was his head; as you know, he is a comparatively short man. I saw him through a break over some people’s shoulder, and all I saw was about, well, from the shoulders. Not all of the shoulders, but a portion of the shoulders, the neck and the head.
Mr. Griffin. Did you see him; did you get a full front face view of him?
Mr. Robertson. No. He was in profile.
Mr. Griffin. Where were you standing in relationship to the homicide door and the main elevator, public elevator?