Mr. Griffin. On the Harwood side?
Mr. Kantor. Yes; are about here, are they not?
Mr. Griffin. Yes; the reporter, of course, can’t tell, but just let’s refer to them as the Harwood elevators.
Mr. Kantor. Well, I walked into the building and went up to the third floor first, and then rode the elevator down to the basement—that is the regular elevator. When I stepped out of the elevator, I was stopped almost immediately by an officer, and he would not accept my credentials at all, even though I had a White House card and my old Dallas police card, Texas State Police card.
Some detective, I don’t know who, came over and looked at my credentials and said that they were okay. And I went into the jail office, and took up a position along the west wall. There is a counter—there was a counter opposite me on which a camera was set up, as I recall, and there were a handful of other reporters in there. And Captain Jones at about 11:15 walked in briskly and said that we all would have to leave.
Mr. Griffin. Then where did you go?
Mr. Kantor. Fenley and I were together, and I told Fenley to delay leaving as long as possible because it appeared that they were ready to move Oswald, and maybe if we tarried long enough, we could still be in there. But it didn’t work. And though we moved slowly—we moved down the line of people who were along here, and took up a position about here.
Mr. Griffin. Now, why don’t you mark a “1” there at your first position.
Mr. Kantor. All right.
Mr. Griffin. And how long did you remain at position 1?