Mr. Belin.

You say that he first struck you that way. Do you now think that he was a Negro?

Mr. Craig.

Well, I don't---I didn't get a real good look at him. But my first glance at him---I was more interested in the man coming down the hill---but my first glance at him, he struck me as a Negro.

Mr. Belin.

Is that what your opinion is today?

Mr. CRAIG. Well, I---I couldn't say, because I didn't get a good enough look.

Mr. Belin.

What kind and what color station wagon was it?

Mr. Craig.

It was light colored--almost--uh--it looked white to me.

Mr. Belin.

What model or make was it?

Mr. Craig.

I thought it was a Nash.

Mr. Belin.

Why would you think it was a Nash?

Mr. Craig.

Because it had a built-in luggage rack on 'the top. And--uh--at the time, this was the only type car I could fit with that type luggage rack.

Mr. Belin.

A Nash Rambler-is that what you're referring to?

Mr. Craig.

Yes; with a rack on the the back portion of the car, you know.

Mr. Belin.

Did it have a Texas license plate, or not?

Mr. CRAIG. It had the same color. I couldn't see the--uh--name with the numbers on it. I could just barely make them out. They were at an angle where I couldn't make the numbers of the--uh--any of the writing on it. But---
uh---I'm sure it was a Texas plate.

Mr. Belin.

Anything else about this incident that you can recall?

Mr. Craig.

No; not that---

Mr. Belin.

All right. Then what did you do?

Mr. Craig.

Well, then---uh, I went back up to the front of the School Book Depository---rather, I went up to it and noticed that it was sealed off. There was an officer standing guard in it with a shotgun in the doorway; several officers crowded around in front of it.

Mr. Belin.

How long would this have been after the shots were fired?

Mr. Craig.

I'd say nearly 20 minutes.

Mr. Belin.

All right.

Mr. CRAIG. And they were calling for hand lights to search the attic of the building. At that time---uh---they thought the man was still in the building. So, they were calling for hand lights to search the building.
So, I went back across to the sheriffs office and got some hand lights and took them back over to them.
Then, I went up on the sixth floor.

Mr. Belin.

Why did you go up on the sixth floor?

Mr. Craig.

Well, someone said that's where the shots came from. One of the city officers, if I'm not mistaken.
Mr. BELIN. All right.

Mr. Craig.

So, we went to the sixth floor where--uh--some empty cartridges were found.

Mr. Belin.

Did you see the empty cartridges when they were found?

Mr. Craig.

I didn't see them when they were found. I saw them laying on the floor.
Mr. BELIN. About how soon after they were found did you see them, laying on the floor?

Mr. Craig.

Oh, a couple of minutes. I went right on over there. I was at the far north end of the building. The cartridges were on the southeast corner.

Mr. Belin.

Well, how did you know they had been found there? Did someone yell---or what?

Mr. Craig.

Yes; someone yelled across the room that "here's the shells."

Mr. Belin.

Do you remember who that was?

Mr. Craig.

No; I couldn't recognize the voice.

Mr. Belin.

All right. Then, what did you do?

Mr. Craig.

I went over there and--uh--didn't get too close because the shells were laying on the ground and there was--uh--oh, a sack and a bunch