Mr. Hubert. But he did not converse with you about it at all?
Mr. McCurdy. No.
Mr. Hubert. What was Ruby’s general attitude and state of mind or state of emotions that night?
Mr. McCurdy. Well, I hesitate to use any adjectives for fear of it causing it to be misleading.
Mr. Hubert. Well, of course, it’s a matter of semantics, but once we get an adjective perhaps we can then use it as a point of departure by describing physical action.
Mr. McCurdy. Right; I would say, just glancing back, that Jack’s overall mood and appearance that night was—looking at it now strictly in the light of his actions on Sunday, it would appear to me that he was in a, well—to draw a bad analogy—a state of a dormant volcano. He was very dormant, quiet—he looked like he was mulling over many things, which I’m sure he was and all of us were at that time.
Mr. Hubert. Did he seem abnormally sad?
Mr. McCurdy. Well, more so than myself. Of course, I was very shook up about this. He did seem more so than I felt like I would have expressed it.
Mr. Hubert. How did he manifest it?
Mr. McCurdy. By being sullen, quiet, looking at the floor, glancing far away into space for no apparent reason. This is what I remember.