Mr. Griffin. How long would that be each evening, would you be there the entire evening?
Mr. Pullman. Yes, I would spend the whole evening down there and he trusted everyone. I tried to show him a lot of mistakes that were going on there but he didn’t care. He just didn’t care. Everyone had their finger in his till. Everybody went to the cash register, which was a very unusual thing, knowing what was going on in the other clubs—everything was accounted for every night.
Mr. Griffin. By that, do you mean people were taking out money for their own use or something that they used it for down there, or did anybody and everybody have access to the cash register?
Mr. Pullman. They all had access, and he was always short every night—he was short, and that was another reason why my wife didn’t want to stay, and I didn’t think she should stay, because of all that going on.
Mr. Griffin. Did he have his waitresses on a salary?
Mr. Pullman. No.
Mr. Griffin. How did he pay them?
Mr. Pullman. They worked on tips—they worked on tips—that’s how it was.
Mr. Griffin. How much money could those girls make in a night?
Mr. Pullman. I don’t know—that varied—I never could tell what that was—that varied.