Mrs. Grant.

No. Who is he? I would like to know who he is. Someone else asked me.

Mr. Griffin.

A friend of Jack's from Chicago.

Mrs. Grant.

I don't know who he was. Was he in Chicago, the fellow?

Mr. Griffin.

No; he was in Dallas.

Mrs. Grant.

I never heard the name, believe me. so help me God. I don't even know who you are talking about. I know Lenny Patrick. I know who he is, and I haven't seem him in 35 years. We are very well acquainted!

Mr. Griffin.

Did Jack--

Mrs. Grant.

Who is this guy, a racketeer? I want to know. I want to find out.

Mr. Griffin.

He is not a racketeer. He is a perfectly legitimate man, but a friend of Jack's.

Mrs. Grant.

Who is he? I want to find out.

Mr. Griffin.

He sells sports goods.

Mrs. Grant.

That is more like my brother's friends. I once had lunch with a judge. That doesn't make me a judge.

Mr. Griffin.

You don't think I am accusing you of anything?

Mrs. Grant.

No; I like you, but I want you to try to understand that we are not children. If we were 20 years of age, we only have many acquaintances Jack and I traveled a great deal, and we met many people. Jack has a vast amount of knowledge of people's names. That is more than I have.

Mr. Griffin.

Let me say this, that in the testimony we have been taking today, I don't think there has been any suggestion of any accusations--I have simply been trying to find out from you ,what you did..
(U.S. Attorney H. Barefoot Sanders enters room.)

Mrs. Grant.

If you hear hollering, it is me. You want to shut me down and not let me explain this. When you run a business like we have, people come up and, you don't go up and ask what business are you in.

Mr. Griffin.

Look, you don't even have to go into this, as far as I am concerned, because all I want to find out about is what you did on Saturday night and Sunday, and I only mentioned Mr. Meyers' name, not to suggest he was a racketeer or anything like that.

Mrs. Grant.

I would like to know who he was.

Mr. Griffin.

Well, I have told you.

Mrs. Grant.

I appreciate it, and I want to thank you, because someone else asked me.

Mr. Griffin.

We will give Mr. Burleson his address. In fact, I think Mr. Burleson already has his address.

Mrs. Grant.

How come you don't ask Harry Rosenthal why he goes to Las Vegas every weekend? I want to know why you don't ask him.

Mr. Griffin.

Let's stay on the track.

Mrs. Grant.

If he came to visit me, would it make me a gambler? I wish I had money to gamble. I like to go to the racetracks.

Mr. Burleson.

No; you don't, either.

Mr. Griffin.

Mrs. Grant, when Jack left your apartment on Saturday night, did he say where he was going?

Mrs. Grant.

Yes.

Mr. Griffin.

Where was he going?

Mrs. Grant.

When I first told the story, I had forgotten about his saying he was going to the club, something to talk to Andy, or to go to .the garage about the money again. It had to do with leaving money again.

Mr. Griffin.

Let's--

Mrs. Grant.

But this is what he had in mind.

Mr. Griffin.

Let's get back on this, now.

Mrs. Grant.

He didn't eat at my house this Saturday. In fact, he spent so much time, all he drank was juice.

Mr. Griffin.

How did this money thing that he had to take care of downtown, how did that come up?

Mrs. Grant.

Well, you see, you have confused me. I don't know if that was Leonard Wood's deal or anybody else, but it seems to me in the back of my mind there was someone else that needed money, and I don't know who to put the