Mrs. Grant. My brother Jack. And I heard the conversation.
Mr. Griffin. What did you hear?
Mrs. Grant. “Didn’t you get a number from him?” “Yes; I got it.” And he said, “Call me back if you find the number.”
May I say something?
Mr. Griffin. Yes; go ahead.
Mrs. Grant. I bawled my brother out for buying so much food. And he said, “That is not much.” And I know it was at least enough, not exaggerating, to feed 12 people, but he didn’t know what he was doing then. I said, “I bet you spent $25.”
And he said, “No; only $22.”
Well, it was no sense of making discussion. I said, “Now, you are going to take some of this stuff for you and George. Don’t leave it around here.” And I said I didn’t feel like eating, and he said, “I don’t feel like eating either.” And I said, “You better eat,” because he hadn’t had anything since early in the morning. And I said, “What do you want?” And he said “Some scrambled eggs.”
Mr. Griffin. Did he tell you where he ate breakfast that morning?
Mrs. Grant. No; haven’t the least idea. Andy called back, and he ran. He was practically in the bathroom. I have a very small apartment. If you want to take a diagram—you can practically carry your phone in there and close the door and still hear. And he ran to the phone. He knew I was busy. I was moving around very slow, not in my normal speed or stride. If it was only 4 feet, I wasn’t trying—I did better than a lot of other people, but he took a number down and he called this number and said, “Jack Ruby.” I heard something, but I don’t know. I mean, he said, “Yes, I am closing tonight.” I don’t know what the other guy said. But Jack had told me this after he hung up. Now, this may have been the first conversation or the second. Seems to me he talked to him twice. I mean, I am just assuming this.