Mrs. Grant.

He liked the Safeway.

Mr. Griffin.

Was there a Safeway somewhere near the Carousel or between the Carousel and your place?

Mrs. Grant.

There is one on Lemmon Avenue not too far from Oak Lawn.

Mr. Griffin.

What was the name of that store; do you know?

Mrs. Grant.

Well, I live in that neighborhood. I don't think he ever lived in that neighborhood. I don't know where he could have gotten it. I knew where the cakes and things come from because this particular place makes or handles several.

Mr. Griffin.

Where did the cakes come from?

Mrs. Grant.

They have little biscuits, and their rye bread is entirely different than any place in town.

Mr. Griffin.

Where did the cakes come from?

Mrs. Grant.

From the Ritz Delicatessen. They carry stuff like that to go.

Mr. Griffin.

Was there anything that you noticed that he brought back that you could identify with any other store?

Mrs. Grant.

He had a newspaper, the Times Herald. Had "The President is dead."

Mr. Griffin.

How long did he remain in your apartment on that occasion?

Mrs. Grant.

I know it was around 7:15 or 7:20 when he left.

Mr. Griffin.

About how long?

Mrs. Grant.

I would say a good 2 hours. Maybe 2 1/2 hours.

Mr. Griffin.

Did he receive any telephone cats?

Mrs. Grant.

Yes.

Mr. Griffin.

All right. Now, let's try to think about how you are going to organize this, because I want to take it chronologically.

Mrs. Grant.

I am sorry if I am confusing you, because that day wasn't exactly a good day for me.

Mr. Griffin.

Before you start to talk, try to think a little bit about what you are going to say. He got some telephone calls and he made some?

Mrs. Grant.

That's correct.

Mr. Griffin.

Now, try to think about who he called first, or who he heard from first, and how things progressed.

Mrs. Grant.

He wasn't at the house 10 minutes or 15 minutes or 20 minutes at the top, and he was on the phone. I think it was Andy. I am going to tell you this.

Mr. Griffin.

Why do you think it was him?

Mrs. Grant.

I didn't answer the phone. He wanted the scrambled eggs and lox.

Mr. Griffin.

Who is he?

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, "Gall 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