Mrs. Powell. I don’t remember him saying anything except that Ralph didn’t have any idea that Jack was even contemplating such a thing. He didn’t. I mean, I know.
Mr. Griffin. How do you know that?
Mrs. Powell. Because I know Ralph, and I know Jack, and I know that Ralph didn’t have any idea, because he and Jack were very good friends, and if Ralph had had any idea at all whatsoever that Jack was planning to do something like that, he would have stopped him, or tried to stop him.
Mr. Griffin. Well, don’t you think if Jack did have that sort of idea, that he would have told Ralph about it?
Mrs. Powell. Well, no; not especially, because Jack is the type of person that is not too sure what he is going to do himself, because he is not too sure that he would tell somebody that he is going to do something at such and such a time, because he is not sure himself.
Mr. Griffin. What did you all talk about when you got over to the Bull Pen that morning?
Mrs. Powell. I just went to the Bull Pen and immediately got in the car and came over here, and we went down to the city hall, and we went in.
In the meantime, George Senator came down, and they arrested him, so the lawyers came over, and Ralph called Tommy Howard, or I think Tom Howard, and we were down in the police station to see Jack and see about him, and the lawyers came in a couple of hours, and they got us out of there right away, because they said they were afraid they might lock us up too, because they had already grabbed George and put him in jail. So, they took us across the street to the office, and we were sitting there hoping that what’s-his-name wouldn’t die.
Mr. Griffin. Did you talk to George at all that day?
Mrs. Powell. No; we didn’t see George. He was in jail. He didn’t get out until that evening or that night. We were over there, and Tom Howard, I think, and another lawyer—I know Tom Howard went over and spoke to Jack. They called to see if they could, and he went and spoke to Jack, and then they came back.