Mr. Fehrenbach. Well, it was quite obvious. When I left town the car would leave right behind me, follow me all the way out into the country, down the same roads and everything and when I pulled in the drive the same car would go on past the house, turn around and come back and then park.
Mr. Griffin. How close to your house would it park?
Mr. Fehrenbach. Well, right in front of it usually.
Mr. Griffin. What was across the street?
Mr. Fehrenbach. Just, there was a barn lot across the street.
Mr. Griffin. A barn lot?
Mr. Fehrenbach. Yes; just nothing but a field across the street.
Mr. Griffin. I see. Did you ever get a look at these people?
Mr. Fehrenbach. No; every time I would—I used to get quite provoked at them sitting out there and there would be several occasions when I would go out of the house and go toward the car and ask them what they were doing, but every time I started out the driveway they would leave. So, I actually never got a good look at any of them.
Mr. Griffin. Why do you think these people were following you?