Mr. Watherwax. Yes.
Mr. Hubert. Did he mention people that he thought were important that he had met?
Mr. Watherwax. I never noticed it.
Mr. Hubert. Did he ever say anything to you to indicate what his relationship with the police was?
Mr. Watherwax. No.
Mr. Hubert. Do you know from your own knowledge what his relationship with the police was?
Mr. Watherwax. No; I don’t—no. The only time that I ever had anything like that, was sitting in my cab in front of the University Club, waiting for a passenger that was upstairs and a couple of conventioners came along and offered me a drink and asked me where all the action was and everything, and it was already closing hours. It was after closing hours and to get rid of them I sent them down to the Carousel. I knew that he was open until 3 o’clock in the morning or 2 o’clock, and I didn’t know, but they were vice squad men, so Ruby got a big laugh out of it—here he says—“I ask you for customers here and you’re sending me down vice squad men.”
Mr. Hubert. In other words, these people who appeared to be conventioners and drunks were in fact vice squad men and masquerading as such?
Mr. Watherwax. Yes.
Mr. Hubert. You didn’t drive them there but you just told them about it?