Mr. Hubert. What time was it when you left the police station?
Mr. Hodge. Well, I didn’t go home—I went to my store.
Mr. Hubert. What time was it when you left the police station?
Mr. Hodge. Well, I think I got to the store approximately 12:15. There was two FBI agents waiting there for me when I got there, and so they told me they wanted to see me, and we walked on into the bar, I mean, into the gunshop and they said, “Mr. Hodge,” and they showed me their badges and all that about themselves—identified themselves, and they said, “there’s an operator in Fort Smith, Arkansas that got an anonymous call this afternoon stating ‘If you want to know who killed the President, check with the manager of the Buckhorn Bar.’” I said, “That could be one of my bartenders or it could be he probably throwed some drunk out and he just wanted to be important and wanted to get back at the bartender,” and they said, “Well, don’t think nothin’ about it.” They said, “We got one call this afternoon, Mr. Hodge, from a woman that told us that her husband just confessed to killing the President,” and so that was that.
Mr. Hubert. What was the purpose of the FBI visit to you—to check out this call, you say?
Mr. Hodge. Yes; yes, that was their purpose, I guess. That’s what they said.
Mr. Hubert. Did they ask you whether you knew Oswald?
Mr. Hodge. Oh, yes; they did.
Mr. Hubert. Had you ever in fact seen Oswald?
Mr. Hodge. I have never seen him in my life that I know of.