Mr. Waldo. That’s correct, sir; there were not.
Mr. Hubert. Subsequently there were?
Mr. Waldo. Yes.
Mr. Hubert. What did the guards do by way of maintaining security?
Mr. Waldo. The elevators in the Dallas Police Department open into a fairly large square area—I say “large” in comparison to the width of the corridor that runs out, and eventually two uniformed, I believed, motorcycle patrolmen were placed in that open space facing the elevators and at least theoretically, and I will explain that in a moment, required identification, meaning press credentials of some sort from anyone who attempted to get off that elevator and into the hall, unless it was naturally someone accompanied by an officer, as in the case of the wife and mother of Lee Oswald and so on.
I personally as late as 8 p.m. that night, and again this is approximate, but I would say about 8 p.m. saw two men get off the elevator and walk right past the guards, neither of them having any badge on and not be challenged or stopped. I believe but I’m not certain that it was one of these two men, who 5 to 10 minutes later, came up where I was standing talking to a European reporter from the “Agence France Press,” and asked “What’s the latest, what’s going on?”, which I might add is just not the way a newsman would ask a colleague. In fact, he wouldn’t do that.
Mr. Hubert. Your impression is that those two men were not newspapermen?
Mr. Waldo. My impression is that they were not, and I am certain from my own visual evidence in any case, that they walked out of the elevator past the two guards without being challenged.
Mr. Hubert. Do you know where they went?
Mr. Waldo. It was impossible to tell. By that time there were 250, probably, people jammed into that corridor.