Mr. Ball.

What do you remember about that?

Mrs. Randle.

He had told Wesley--

Mr. Ball.

Tell me what Wesley told you.

Mrs. Randle.

What Wesley told me. That Lee had rode home with him to get some curtain rods from Mrs. Paine to fix up his apartment.

Mr. Ball.

When did Wesley tell you that?

Mrs. Randle.

Well, that afternoon I suppose I would have had to ask him, he wouldn't have just told me.

Mr. Ball.

You mean that night?

Mrs. Randle.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Ball.

After he came home?

Mrs. Randle.

I was on my way to the store. So I probably asked him when I got back what he was doing riding home with him on Thursday afternoon.

Mr. Ball.

You think that was the time that Wesley told you-

Mrs. Randle.

Yes, sir; after I got back home.

Mr. Ball.

That Lee had come home to get some curtain rods?

Mrs. Randle.

Yes, I am sure he told me that.

Mr. Ball.

The next morning did you get breakfast for Wesley, you, and your mother?

Mrs. Randle.

Yes; mother and my children.

Mr. Ball.

And you were packing his lunch, too, were you?

Mrs. Randle.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Ball.

Did you see Lee?

Mrs. Randle.

Yes, I did.

Mr. Ball.

Where did you see him?

Mrs. Randle.

I saw him as he crossed the street and come across my driveway to where Wesley had his car parked by the carport.

Mr. Ball.

What street did he cross to go over?

Mrs. Randle.

He crossed Westbrook.

Mr. Ball.

And you saw him walking along, did you?

Mrs. Randle.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Ball.

Was he carrying any package?

Mrs. Randle.

Yes; he was.

Mr. Ball.

What was he carrying?

Mrs. Randle.

He was carrying a package in a sort of a heavy brown bag, heavier than a grocery bag it looked to me. It was about, if I might measure, about this long, I suppose, and he carried it in his right hand, had the top sort of folded down and had a grip like this, and the bottom, he carried it this way, you know, and it almost touched the ground as he carried it.

Mr. Ball.

Let me see. He carried it in his right hand, did he?

Mrs. Randle.

That is right.

Mr. Ball.

And where was his hand gripping the middle of the package?

Mrs. Randle.

No, sir; the top with just a little bit sticking up. You know just like you grab something like that.

Mr. Ball.

And he was grabbing it with his right hand at the top of the package and the package almost touched the ground?

Mrs. Randle.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Ball.

He walked over to your house, did he?

Mrs. Randle.

Well, I saw him as he started crossing the street. Where he come from then I couldn't say.

Mr. Ball.

You don't know where he went from that?

Mrs. Randle.

Where he went?

Mr. Ball.

Did you see him go to the car?

Mrs. Randle.

Yes.

Mr. Ball.

What did he do?

Mrs. Randle.

He opened the right back door and I just saw that he was laying the package down so I closed the door. I didn't recognize him as he walked across my carport and I at that moment I wondered who was fixing to come to my back door so I opened the door slightly and saw that it--I assumed he was getting in the car but he didn't, so he come back and stood on the driveway.

Mr. Ball.

He put the package in the car.