Mr. Hubert. Maybe it was Mr. Moore?
Mr. McCurdy. Well, now, Russ was a closer friend to Jack than I was.
Mr. Hubert. We have fixed then the time that he called and spoke to you—what was that conversation about?
Mr. McCurdy. Well, Jack said he had some sandwiches and some cold drinks that he would like to bring up to the station, that he knew we were working hard, and under a lot of strain, and he wanted to bring us some refreshment up, and so he brought some up. Oh, my gosh, corn beef on rye and we had some cold drinks—Dr. Black’s cold drink. The reason I remember this—they are surrounded with or had gold foil on them and he said you could only get them in New York and that they were the best cold drinks in the world, and they were in my estimation—the best cold drinks I’ve ever had, but as I said, I felt later I should have turned one of these bottles over to the FBI. I didn’t think about it until just here recently, about turning it over to the FBI.
Mr. Hubert. Why was that?
Mr. McCurdy. Well, because it had been said they found some cold drink bottles where Oswald supposedly shot President Kennedy, and I was going to say—for Heaven’s sake, if they found the same kind as these cold drink bottles, I see no reason why they should, but if they did, it would certainly establish some kind of a link.
Mr. Hubert. In other words, they were unique kinds of bottles?
Mr. McCurdy. They were—they certainly were.
Mr. Hubert. Unique in shape or what?
Mr. McCurdy. Well, they were unique in shape.