The room was not filled yet with newsmen, but that man whose remark caught my attention, was standing to my left and behind me on a table, and he had a small pad perhaps like a spiral pad in his hand, and there was a girl news correspondent—who she was or who she worked for, I don’t know—but he said something to the effect that “Come on up here with me, it will be easier for you to see what is going on. Come on up here. There is room. You won’t have to fight the crowd.” Something to this effect. I can’t give any direct quotes, because it was just something in passing, but I did notice him at the time, and it seems to me the man was smiling at the time and put his hand down to help the girl get up.
Mr. Hubert. That is the man you believe to be Jack Ruby?
Mr. Jenkins. That is the man I believe to be Jack Ruby. In fact, I am more sure of this than of the first person whom I think was Jack Ruby. The image is a lot clearer in my mind.
Mr. Hubert. Did you hear him say anything else?
Mr. Jenkins. Not after that. I heard nothing. Paid no more attention to him.
It was just a matter of 2 or 3 minutes before the entire room, front end especially, was jampacked with cameramen and newsmen.
Mr. Hubert. This would have been when Oswald came?
Mr. Jenkins. Yes. This was before Oswald came in the room.
Mr. Hubert. All right, Mr. Jenkins, I don’t believe that there has been any conversation between us previous to the beginning of the recordation of this deposition which has not subsequently become a part of the deposition, isn’t that correct, sir?
Mr. Jenkins. That is correct.