Mr. Hubert. Do you know a man by the name of Hugh Reed who ran the place? All right, sir, you drove into the garage?
Mr. Crowe. And a newspaperman drove up front, and television drove up across the street, and the newspaperman, I think, and somebody else, and they started to ask the garage attendant if he knew where Jack Ruby lived, and I came forward and I said I knew where he lived, at least I thought I did, but I didn’t know he had moved, so I didn’t know actually.
Mr. Hubert. But in any case you gave them an address?
Mr. Crowe. Well, I didn’t know the address but I knew how to get there.
Mr. Hubert. I see.
Mr. Crowe. And I went out with some newspaper reporter in his Volkswagen and drove out to the apartment out by the zoo where he used to stay.
Mr. Hubert. Then you found he was not there?
Mr. Crowe. Not there, he had moved.
Mr. Hubert. What happened then?
Mr. Crowe. I went to the television station, the newspaperman drove me by the television station, and the television man who followed us out, wanted me to stop by and talk to them.