Mr. Saunders. That’s correct.
Mr. Hubert. Do you remember if they described the window on the radio?
Mr. Saunders. They said—I believe—it was the next to the top floor, an open window at the far right-hand side, and then there was evidently some communication there which I missed, and they clarified, “No; as you are standing facing the building it would be on the sixth floor.”
Mr. Hubert. Now, at the time you heard that, had the Presidential car carrying the President to the hospital passed by?
Mr. Saunders. Yes; it was just moments before that they had passed by.
Mr. Hubert. Could you see the President or the Presidential party?
Mr. Saunders. We could see the party. You could not define anyone specifically in the car. There was what I now assume was an agent perched on top of the convertible in the rear, hanging on for dear life, and everybody else except the driver was crouched down in a pile, so to speak, in the car.
Mr. Hubert. What about Mrs. Jacqueline Kennedy?
Mr. Saunders. You could see no one. It was just a mass of people. The only two people you could possibly distinguish were the rider on the back seat of the convertible, with his foot in the seat sitting up in the back hanging on, and the driver in the car. The car went by at a very high rate of speed.
Mr. Hubert. How long after that—after the shots—did you observe what you have just described?