Mr. Benton. In the vicinity of the elevators; yes, sir.
Mr. Hubert. On which side? Commerce?
Mr. Benton. I entered the building from—let’s see. Is it Main Street and Commerce Street or Commerce Street and Main? At any rate, I entered from the—I believe it’s Main, Commerce, and Harwood that bound the city jail, and I think I entered from the——
Mr. Hubert. Let me put it this way. If a person is in the jailhouse and is looking toward Harwood he will find Commerce on his left and Main on his right.
Mr. Benton. Well, I entered, then, from the Commerce Street side.
Mr. Hubert. And it was there you were challenged as to your identity?
Mr. Benton. That’s correct; yes, sir.
Mr. Hubert. Now, you mentioned a distinction between the security measures you observed on Sunday and those that you observed on the previous days and I wonder if you could tell us a bit more about that. I think you said that it was much tighter or something like that.
Mr. Benton. It was tighter to the extent that a plainclothesman, who was in the company of another plainclothesman, not only asked to see my credentials but wrote my name down at that time, and I presume the name of my association.
Mr. Hubert. Well, did you see, on the previous days, anybody going in without any kind of identification? In and out?