Mr. Griffin. Did you notice anything unusual about his behavior?
Mr. Meyers. He was just as nutty as he always was.
Mr. Griffin. What do you mean by that?
Mr. Meyers. And I use the word advisedly.
Mr. Griffin. What do you mean by that?
Mr. Meyers. Well, you see, you have me in a very awkward position. All this has happened, all these things have happened since and obviously I have read everything about it naturally. Indirectly I am involved, let’s put it this way. So I suppose I possibly have paid more attention to it than the average layman would have.
Maybe not. I don’t know. And I have tried in my own mind to associate Jack’s behavior as I knew him to this terrible thing that he did. In other words, I am trying to—I don’t know how to word it. I like him. And I am trying to understand what could have motivated him to do a thing like this, get into that.
Mr. Griffin. Before we get to that point, let’s see if we can’t try to establish the facts about what you saw him do during this period.
Mr. Meyers. Well, all he did that night that I can remember, Mr. Griffin, is his perpetual running around. He was running to the cash register to take it—I think it is a $2 admission that he had into his club, or running over to the lights to switch them on and off and up and down as the various girls would go through their various gyrations, and running over and talking to this waitress or talking to that one and talking to people in the club, to men primarily, none of whom I knew or paid any attention to because they didn’t concern me.
Now, you say did I see Oswald in that club that night? This is a ridiculous thing for me to say. I didn’t see him. He might have been there. I would have been the most surprised guy in the world if he was, but do you follow what I am trying to say?