Mr. Hubert.

Short sleeves?

Mrs. Rich.

If my memory serves me; yes.

Mr. Hubert.

Did he tell you whom he was representing in the matter?

Mrs. Rich.

Not exactly. That fact never did come clear to me. A group of people.

Mr. Hubert.

Well, did he indicate in anyway that he was acting officially, in his official capacity?

Mrs. Rich.

No; he was not acting officially.

Mr. Hubert.

How do you know that?

Mrs. Rich.

Because of certain statements that were made statements such as that the guns would have to come in via Mexico, meaning the Enfield rifles. Statements like "We have been taking stuff off of the base for the last 3 months getting prepared for this" meaning military equipment, I suppose small arms, or explosives, et cetera, as I understood it.

Mr. Hubert.

He was also in uniform on the first occasion?

Mrs. Rich.

Yes.

Mr. Hubert.

The same type of uniform?

Mrs. Rich.

Yes.

Mr. Hubert.

You say you never saw him out of uniform? All of the times you saw him he was in uniform?

Mrs. Rich.

Yes.

Mr. Hubert.

Summer uniform?

Mrs. Rich.

Yes.

Mr. Hubert.

So at that meeting it came out that the project had two purposes. One was to bring arms in, and the other was to take refuges out.

Mrs. Rich.

Yes; to make money both ways. Then it became crystal clear why so much money was to be paid for the pilot of the boat.

Mr. Hubert.

And how was that meeting left?

Mrs. Rich.

Well, at that time when he said that, my first thought was "Nancy, get out of here, this is no good, this stinks." I have no qualms about making money, but not when it is against the Federal Government but let's play along and see what happens. I said, "All right, we will go. But you can take the $10,000 and keep it. I want $25,000 or we don't move." It was left that the bigwigs would decide among themselves. During this meeting I had the shock of my life. Apparently they were having some hitch in money arriving. No one actually said that that was what it was. But this is what I presumed it to be. I am sitting there. A knock comes on the door and who walks in but my little friend Jack Ruby. And you could have knocked me over with a feather.

Mr. Hubert.

That was at the second meeting?

Mrs. Rich.

Yes.

Mr. Hubert.

Now, what facts occurred to give you the impression that there was a hitch with respect to money?

Mrs. Rich.

Oh, just that they were talking about, well, first of all when I say we a group of people were supposed to go to Mexico to make the arrangement for rifles but "Well, no, you can't leave tomorrow"--they dropped it. And just evasive statements that led me to believe that perhaps they were lacking in funds.
And then Ruby comes in, and everybody looks like this, you know, a big smile like here comes the Saviour, or something. And he took one look at me, I took one look at him, and we glared, we never spoke a word. I don't know if you have ever met the man. But he has this nervous air about him. And he seemed overly nervous that night. He bustled on in. The colonel rushed out into the kitchen or bedroom, I am not sure which. Ruby had--and he always did carry a gun--and I noticed a rather extensive bulge in his--about where his breast pocket would be. But at that time I thought it was a shoulder holster, which he was in the habit of carrying.

Mr. Hubert.

He was in the habit of carrying?

Mrs. Rich.

Yes. Either a shoulder holster or a gun stuck in his pocket. I always had a gun behind the bar. That is normal.

Mr. Hubert.

You had seen it at his shoulder?

Mrs. Rich.

Yes; which was normal--because he made the bank deposit. I made the bank deposit a couple of times for him and carried a gun when I made it.

Mr. Hubert.

Did he show any signs of recognition of you?