Mr. Griffin. Did he ever talk to you about any of his business promotions?
Mr. Meyers. Well, yes; to this extent. He remodeled the club. He built runways out into the audience. Of course, he was very proud of this, I assume like any businessman would, what he considered progress. He wanted to know what my opinion was. What are you going to say? Great, fine. Doing business? Wonderful!
Mr. Griffin. Did he ever talk to you about any promotions other than his nightclubs?
Mr. Meyers. Yes; he had a gimmick, I don’t know what the heck to call it, some sort of a twistboard, I guess, for the want of a better word. It is a thing that you stand on and you maneuver back and forth to—I guess it was a body developer of some kind. He wanted to know first whether I would be interested in merchandising it because my company was in this field. Second, the last time I saw him face to face he wanted to know whether my brother would be interested in handling this as a premium item.
Mr. Griffin. When was that?
Mr. Meyers. That was Thursday, the 21st.
Mr. Griffin. Did you ever meet his friend, Ralph Paul?
Mr. Meyers. No.
Mr. Griffin. Did you ever meet his roommate, George Senator?
Mr. Meyers. Yes.