Mr. Hall.

The height of the truck. The height of the passageway wouldn't permit our truck down in there.

Mr. Hubert.

Was any question raised as to whether the truck had sufficient power to climb up that ramp if it went all the way down?

Mr. Hall.

Oh, no; it is a heavy Chevrolet truck. Strictly a matter of height.

Mr. Hubert.

How much space was there between the right-hand side of your truck and the wall on the Harwood Street side of the Commerce entrance?

Mr. Hall.

Just enough for one man to pass.

Mr. Hubert.

That would be how much, a foot, or 2 feet?

Mr. Hall.

Approximately 2 feet, sir.

Mr. Hubert.

Now were there any police guards that you saw on either side of your truck during the time it was parked?

Mr. Hall.

Sitting in the driver's seat looking out the left door to the rear, I could observe a police guard beyond the rear of the truck on the left side assumed there were police guards on the right side also, even though from my vantage point I couldn't see him.

Mr. Hubert.

But you did see a police guard to your left?

Mr. Hall.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Hubert.

In the space between the truck and the wall?

Mr. Hall.

Behind the further back down, sir, not standing directly between the truck and the building; no.

Mr. Hubert.

Nor was there any, I take it then, at the very entrance between your truck and the wall?

Mr. Hall.

Not stationed permanently at that spot to stand still; no, sir.

Mr. Hubert.

Well, were there some moving?

Mr. Hall.

I have to explain this hesitation. I am trying to recall. At the time, there was quite a bit of activity there. There were policemen moving, patrol type situation. Two on the corner, two out in the street directing traffic, one up at the door to the new part of the city hall, and one out on the sidewalk.

Mr. Hubert.

That was in front of your truck more or less?

Mr. Hall.

Front and to the left; yes, sir. I am not just real positive, but one policeman may have gone through that passageway.

Mr. Hubert.

You did not see anybody in civilian clothes?

Mr. Hall.

Oh, no; gosh, no. There is another reason for this. The concentration of newsmen was apparently already at their posts down in the basement when we got there.

Mr. Hubert.

How could you tell that?

Mr. Hall.

When you back into an opening and look through your rear-view mirror, or also turn around and look down the left side of your truck, you see a concentration of people down in a rather dark basement area. There was excitement down there. We were on the outside.

Mr. Hubert.

How could you tell there was excitement? By movement, or sound?

Mr. Hall.

By movement and noise. Am I being direct enough?

Mr. Hubert.

Did you have any conversation with Mr. Fleming during any of this period?

Mr. Hall.

Very minimal. "What is going on? Are they ready?"

Mr. Hubert.

Had any signal arrangement been made between you as to when to start off, and so forth?

Mr. Hall.

Oh, no.

Mr. Hubert.

You were simply waiting instructions then as to what to do?

Mr. Hall.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Hubert.

Had you been told as to what route to follow?

Mr. Hall.

The policeman got into the cab and briefly said his understanding was that we would turn left and have an escort and Would probably go on up to Central Express, over to Main, and down to the county courthouse by the most direct route. I feel that this was a little conjecture on his part and mine both.

Mr. Hubert.

How long after you had stopped in the final position of the truck did this policeman come and sit next to you?

Mr. Hall.

Three to five minutes.

Mr. Hubert.

How do you fix that?

Mr. Hall.

Strict estimate; it wasn't immediately. It wasn't toward the latter