Mr. Griffin. But it was on the floor that the detective bureaus were on?
Mr. McCullough. That is correct; yes.
Mr. Griffin. Now, what particular detective bureau or interrogation room were you looking into at the time?
Mr. McCullough. There, again, I have to go on the basis of recollection, but I believe it was the homicide squad. The officers immediately involved with the investigation had been moving in and out of that particular door for hours, bringing in, for instance, a bus driver, a taxicab driver—at least from the clothing they wore. At one point Oswald’s mother, at another point his wife were in and out of this room.
Mr. Griffin. Was it Lee Oswald that you were trying to get a look at?
Mr. McCullough. Actually, I knew I could not see him. I just was wondering whether it was one large room or a maze of partitioned offices, so I could describe it in the story I had planned to write.
Mr. Griffin. But what I wanted to ask you is was the thing that prompted your getting up on this ashtray the fact that Lee Oswald had been taken into that room?
Mr. McCullough. That is correct; yes.
Mr. Griffin. Now, do you recall a press conference that Henry Wade held down in the basement some time that evening?
Mr. McCullough. Yes.