Mr. Hubert. You don’t know their names?
Mr. Hodge. No; so several other people came in on the elevator and this fellow who turned out to be Jack Ruby was right up against me and he turned around and he said, “Hello, there, Hodge, how are you getting along?” and shook hands, and I looked at him and I knew I knew him but it didn’t dawn on me who he was. I couldn’t think of his name although it had been 3 or 4 years since I’d seen him.
Mr. Hubert. How had you known him in the past?
Mr. Hodge. Well, when he first got to Dallas, I guess, he took over his sister’s lounge, which is further down Ervay Street, and a lot of nights you know, he would come up there after he closed his place up, which would be 1 or 2 o’clock, you know, and I would still be cleaning up and he would visit, being down below me there, and he would ask me my opinions how to operate a bar and so forth and all.
Mr. Hubert. So you had known him what—10 or 15 years?
Mr. Hodge. Yes, about that, but I hadn’t seen him in the last 4 or 5 years.
Mr. Hubert. All right, so you got on the elevator with the two detectives who were escorting you down and some other people got on and among the other people was a man you now identify as Jack Ruby?
Mr. Hodge. Yes; and the next day—Sunday——
Mr. Hubert. Wait a minute—let’s not get to that yet. So, he turns around and what did he say—did he address you or you address him?
Mr. Hodge. He addressed me.