Mr. Rubenstein. I don’t know anybody in Havana. Jack had friends there. Jack had a lot of friends there when the gambling was going good and one of his friends from Dallas was a big shot down there and he invited Jack down. Jack told me this himself. He invited Jack down to stay with him for a week and Jack flew down, I think, I think.
Mr. Griffin. Let me ask you this question directly.
Mr. Rubenstein. Yes.
Mr. Griffin. Do you recall ever having sent a telegram to Havana, Cuba, from your brother Earl’s telephone?
Mr. Rubenstein. A telegram? No. I would have no reason for it.
Mr. Griffin. Can you think of anybody outside of Earl’s family or employees who might have used his business phone?
Mr. Rubenstein. Earl has got 110 employees, God bless him. You know anybody can pick up a phone in an office with 110 employees and make a call or call Western Union and charge it to the phone.
Mr. Griffin. I am asking you outside of that.
Mr. Rubenstein. No; I never did, no. Havana, Cuba, is as strange to me as what was that word I gave you before, as Rhodesia. I think Jack went down there one time and he had a connection for automobiles. This was when Castro first went down there, I think it was in 1950. At that time Castro was a friend of the United States. Jack was going to try to sell them a lot of trucks or cars or something. Anyhow, the deal fell through, whatever it was, with his friends from Dallas; may I add this?
Mr. Griffin. Yes.