Mr. Hubert. Well, you said he talked a lot and he was there for about 40 minutes, there must have been something else he talked about all that time?
Mr. Branch. That’s all he talked about—the pianoplayer.
Mr. Hubert. Well, how much talk could there be about him, you mean that he would be paid, or who he would be or what kind of music he would play or what?
Mr. Branch. That he don’t want no jazz pianoplayer, he wanted just the straight rhythm and blues pianoplayer.
Mr. Hubert. Yes; I’m just trying to see, Mr. Branch, what could have kept him as long as 30 minutes, if all he talked about was the pianoplayer?
Mr. Branch. That’s mostly what he talked about—and the club. I should come down to the club and see it. I’ve never seen it.
Mr. Hubert. And that he was going to the club?
Mr. Branch. That he was going to the club.
Mr. Hubert. He was listening to the music?
Mr. Branch. He had a new act—he was standing up to the bar talking and drinking a Coca-Cola, and then he did say something about some reducing pills I should take—I should take some tablets—I had just came out of the hospital and had been operated on.