Mr. Hubert.

Did you go to the authorities?

Mrs. Rich.

I never had the chance.

Mr. Hubert.

Tell us why?

Mrs. Rich.

Well, we went back to that third meeting and apparently by mutual consent we got out of it.

Mr. Hubert.

Tell us what happened at the third meeting, including who was there.

Mrs. Rich.

Well, who was there there was the colonel, again this pugnacious-looking fellow who supposedly had gone to Mexico and been back; the Latin-looking fellow and the other one with him who might have been Latin wasn't there this woman was there. And another man I had not seen before, but whose face rang a bell. And I could not put a name to it.

Mr. Hubert.

Have you ever been able to do so?

Mrs. Rich.

Yes; I have.

Mr. Hubert.

Who was it?

Mrs. Rich.

Again, unless I am awfully mistaken, and I have yet to be able to find a picture of this man, but I recall seeing a picture and I know why I had associated him--of his father.

Mr. Hubert.

Whose father?

Mrs. Rich.

This particular man. Now, again, what I am about to say is not fact. It is something that I have never quite been able to get clear in my mind and never will, until I can find a picture. Unless I am very mistaken, the man at that third meeting was Vito Genovese's son.

Mr. Hubert.

He was not introduced as such?

Mrs. Rich.

He was introduced as Tony. That was all.

Mr. Hubert.

Did you know Vito Genovese?

Mrs. Rich.

No; I never did.

Mr. Hubert.

But you knew his picture.

Mrs. Rich.

I had seen his picture.

Mr. Hubert.

You thought there was a resemblance between that picture and this man?

Mrs. Rich.

Yes. For a week this bothered me. And all of a sudden it came crystal clear.

Mr. Hubert.

What became clear?

Mrs. Rich.

That unless I was way off base, that is who it was. And I do know that a lot of people----

Mr. Hubert.

It was a week after the third meeting?

Mrs. Rich.

Yes. I had been trying to put a name to that face.

Mr. Hubert.

Well, now, what else happened at the third meeting?

Mrs. Rich.

Well, No. 1, the raise of ante was turned down. The colonel asked us if we would accept $15,000. My husband stared to say something. I hushed him up and said "No." I said, "I don't know. I want some time to think about it." So then the phone rang, and quite a lengthy conversation took place in the other room. I could not swear to who was on the other end of the phone, I have a pretty good idea. And the colonel came back out and said, "I don't know.' We are going to call this off for a while anyway. There has just been a change of plans. We are going to have to postpone this for 3 or 4 months. There will be one more meeting." And at that time I stood up and I said, "Look, quite frankly I don't believe we want any part of this at all." All I wanted to do then and there was to get the devil out of there. I quite frankly was scared. So I grabbed my old man and we cleared out.

Mr. Hubert.

But before clearing out, you told them you wanted no part of it.

Mrs. Rich.

Yes; that was after the colonel had said there was going to be a 3- or 4-month delay and change of plans, and all this, that and the other. I did not quite figure that maybe things were kosher.

Mr. Hubert.

How did they accept your suggestion that you would bail out?

Mrs. Rich.

I don't know. We left. I wasn't going to wait around to find out.

Mr. Hubert.

So you never did report it to the authorities.

Mrs. Rich.

No; I never did.

Mr. Hubert.

Why?

Mrs. Rich.

Well, my husband got picked up in Dallas, and I will never know