Mr. Ball.

Miss HINE. Yes, sir.

Mr. Ball.

Did you know they were shots at the time?

Miss HINE. Yes, sir; they sounded almost like cannon shots they were so terrific.

Mr. Ball.

That is when you were at the window, is that right?
Miss HINE Yes, sir; that is when I was at the window, because the next car, you see, was coming up and turning and I looked. Of course I looked when I heard the shots. I just stood there and saw people running to the east up Elm Street. I saw people running; I saw people falling down, you know,
lying down on the sidewalk.

Mr. Ball.

That was on Houston Street?
Miss HINE. No, sir; Elm.

Mr. Ball.

You could see could you see any part of Elm?
Miss HINE. East, yes, sir.

Mr. Ball.

You could see east on Elm?
Miss HINE. Yes, sir; I could see east on Elm. I saw them run across east on Elm away from where his car had gone and my first thought was if I could only see what happened, so I went out our front door into the foyer.

Mr. Ball.

You mean the front door to the office?
Miss HINE. Yes, sir.

Mr. Ball.

That opens on---
Miss HINE. The foyer, little hall, and---

Mr. Ball.

Steps lead down?
Miss HINE. Yes, sir; but there is a door before the steps and the elevator is to my left and I went past the hall that goes to my right and I knocked on the door of Lyons and Carnahan; that's a publishing company.

Mr. Ball.

What did you do then?

Miss HINE. I tried the door, sir, and it was locked and I couldn't get in and I called, "Me, please let me in," because she's the girl that had that office, Mrs. Lee Watley, and she didn't answer. I don't know if she was there or not, then I left her door. I retraced my steps back to where the hall turns to my left and went down it to Southwestern Publishing Co.'s door and I tried their door and the reason for this was because those windows face out.

Mr. Ball.

On to Elm?
Miss HINE. Yes; and on to the triple underpass.

Mr. Ball.

I See.
Miss HINE. And there was a girl in there talking on the telephone and I could hear her but she didn't answer the door.

Mr. Ball.

Was the door locked?
Miss HINE. Yes, sir.

Mr. Ball.

That was which company?
Miss HINE. Southwestern Publishing Co.

Mr. Ball.

Did you call to her?
Miss HINE. I called and called and shook the door and she didn't answer me because she was talking on the telephone; I could hear her. They have a little curtain up and I could see her form through the curtains. I could see her talking and I knew that's what she was doing and then I turned and went through the back hall and came through the back door.

Mr. Ball.

Of your office, the second floor office?
Miss HINE. Yes; and I went straight up to the desk because the telephones were beginning to wink; outside calls were beginning to come in.

Mr. Ball.

Did they come in rapidly?
Miss HINE They did come in rapidly.

Mr. Ball.

When you came back in did you see Mrs. Reid?

Miss HINE. No, sir; I don't believe there was a soul in the office when I came back in right then.

Mr. Ball.

Did you see anybody else go in through there?
Miss HINE. No, sir; after I answered the telephone then there was about four or five people that came in.
Mr. BALL. Was there anybody in that room when you came back in and went to the telephone?