Mrs. Grant. Yes.
Mr. Griffin. Then he went down to the club and called you from the club, and again you mentioned to him to get the food?
Mrs. Grant. Because he called me to see how I was.
Mr. Griffin. Had you had lunch that day?
Mrs. Grant. Well, you can’t call it—because my breakfast is coffee and cookies or something light. The neighbor could have brought me up a sweet roll. Her name is Betty Goodman. She has done things like that, and has been very kind.
Mr. Griffin. Was anybody else at your apartment when Jack came back the next time?
Mrs. Grant. Unless it was Betty. I am sure she came when I started screaming over the telephone, “The President is dead.”
Mr. Griffin. Did you call her on the telephone to tell her?
Mrs. Grant. No; Pauline Hall called her and said I am having a fit or something.
Mr. Griffin. Then did Mrs. Goodman come up to your apartment?