Mr. Andrews.

Yes.

Mr. Liebeler.

They usually go around in pairs?

Mr. Andrews.

Well, they work in teams, so he's got to have been there.

Mr. Liebeler.

Now Kennedy came and visited you at the hospital; is that correct?

Mr. Andrews.

Right.

Mr. Liebeler.

Now--

Mr. Andrews.

I remember that pretty good because I called the Feebees, and the guy says to put the phone, you know, and nothing happened.

Mr. Liebeler.

The Feebees?

Mr. Andrews.

That's what we call the Federal guys. All of a sudden, like a big hurricane, here they come.

Mr. Liebeler.

Do you remember telling him at that time that you thought that Clay Bertrand had come into the office with Oswald when Oswald had been in the office earlier last spring?

Mr. Andrews.

No; I don't remember.

Mr. Liebeler.

Was Bertrand ever in the office with Oswald?

Mr. Andrews.

Not that I remember.

Mr. Liebeler.

Do you have a picture in your mind of this Clay Bertrand?

Mr. Andrews.

Oh, I ran up on that rat about 6 weeks ago and he spooked, ran in the street. I would have beat him with a chain if I had caught him.

Mr. Liebeler.

Let me ask you this: When I was down here in April, before I talked to you about this thing, and I was going to take your deposition at that time, but we didn't make arrangements, in your continuing discussions with the FBI, you finally came to the conclusion that Clay Bertrand was a figment of your imagination?

Mr. Andrews.

That's what the Feebees put on. I know that the two Feebees are going to put these people on the street looking, and I can't find the guy, and I am not going to tie up all the agents on something that isn't that solid. I told them, "Write what you want, that I am nuts. I don't care." They were running on the time factor, and the hills were shook up plenty to get it, get it, get it. I couldn't give it to them. I have been playing cops and robbers with them. You can tell when the steam is on. They are on you like the plague. They never leave. They are like cancer. Eternal.

Mr. Liebeler.

That was the description of the situation?

Mr. Andrews.

It was my decision if they were to stay there. If I decide yes, they stay. If I decide no, they go. So I told them, "Close your file and go some place else." That's the real reason why it was done. I don't know what they wrote in the report, but that's the real reason.

Mr. Liebeler.

Now subsequent to that time, however, you actually ran into Clay Bertrand in the street?

Mr. Andrews.

About 6 weeks ago. I am trying to think of the name of this bar. That's where this rascal bums out. I was trying to get past him so I could get a nickel in the phone and call the Feebees or John Rice, but he saw me and spooked and ran. I haven't seen him since.

Mr. Liebeler.

Did you talk to him that day?

Mr. Andrews.

No; if I would have got close enough to talk to him. I would have grabbed him.

Mr. Liebeler.

What does this guy look like?

Mr. Andrews.

He is about 5 feet 8 inches. Got sandy hair, blue eyes, ruddy complexion. Must weigh about 165, 170, 175. He really took off, that rascal.

Mr. Liebeler.

He recognized you?

Mr. Andrews.

He had to because if he would have let me get to that phone and make the call, he would be in custody.

Mr. Liebeler.

You wanted to get hold of this guy and make him available to the FBI for interview, or Mr. Rice of the Secret Service?

Mr. Andrews.

What I wanted to do and should have done is crack him in the head with a bottle, but I figured I would be a good, law-abiding citizen and call them and let them grab him, but I made the biggest mistake of the century. I should have grabbed him right there. I probably will never find him again. He has been bugging me ever since this happened.