Mr. Meyers. Roughly.
Mr. Griffin. Could it have been as late as midnight?
Mr. Meyers. Very possibly.
Mr. Griffin. Is it possible at the time that the lapse of time between your seeing Ruby at the Carousel and the time of your seeing him at the Cabana could have been as little as an hour?
Mr. Meyers. No; I would almost swear that it would have to have been longer than that because I couldn’t possibly have left—well, here again maybe I am nutty. I am almost certain I didn’t leave the Carousel after 10 o’clock—maybe I did. But I would—I would go on record that I didn’t. I think I left there about 10, and I drove right back to the Cabana, and that could not have taken me over 15 minutes, and my brother and his wife then joined me, and this again I say is somewhere, 11–11:30, I don’t know.
I just don’t pay that much attention to time. Jack came in shortly after they did.
Mr. Griffin. To try to fix the time that you were at the Carousel Club, try to think where you had dinner, if you can, on that Thursday night, and how long it was from the time you had dinner until you went to the Carousel Club.
Mr. Meyers. You know something, I haven’t got the vaguest recollection of where I had dinner that night. I could have sat down in some real fine restaurant and had an excellent dinner. I could have stopped in some coffeeshop and had a sandwich and a cup of coffee. I haven’t got the vaguest recollection. Did I tell the people from the FBI. If I did, then I possibly—possibly I remembered it a little better then.
Mr. Griffin. No; you didn’t.
Mr. Meyers. I have no recollection of where I had dinner that night.