Mrs. POSTAL. Well, I--like I said, the public was getting there at that time, and the streets, sidewalk and around the streets and everything and they brought him out the double doors here [indicating]. I remember, the officer had his hands behind him with his chin back like this [indicating] because I understand he had been using some profuse (sic) language which--inside. I'd say four or five. Mr. BALL. Was he handcuffed? Mrs. POSTAL. I don't know, sir, because the officers were all around him and from the rear there and his hands were to his back. Mr. BALL. They were? Mrs. POSTAL. Uh-huh. Mr. BALL. And an officer had hold of him from the side? Mrs. POSTAL. Yes, sir; this way. Mr. BALL. With his arm underneath his chin? Mrs. POSTAL. Yes, sir. Mr. BALL. Did he have any bruises or cuts? Did Oswald have any bruises or cuts on his face? Mrs. POSTAL. No. Mr. BALL. You didn't see any? Mrs. POSTAL. No; huh-uh. Mr. BALL. Was he saying anything? Mrs. POSTAL. No, sir; as I said, that was my understanding, that is the reason that they had him like that, because he was screaming. Mr. BALL. But, you didn't hear him say anything? Mrs. POSTAL. No, sir. He couldn't possibly say anything the way they had him. Mr. BALL. What happened then? Mrs. POSTAL. That is when I really started shaking. I had never seen a live mob scene, that---- Mr. BALL. Well---- Mrs. POSTAL. They said, "What is going on?" And someone said, "Suspect," and they started in this way, just about that time I got out to the box office, back to the box office, and they started screaming profuse language and--"Kill the so-and-so," and trying to get to him, and this and that and the officers were trying to hold on to Oswald--when I say, "Oswald," that man, because as I said, I didn't know who he was at that time and they was trying to hold him, because he was putting up a struggle, and then trying to keep the public off, and on the way to the car, parked right out front, one of the officers was--at that time I thought he was putting his hat on the man's face to try to keep the public from grabbing him by the hair, but I later read in the paper it was to cover his face and then he got him in the car, and all bedlam, so far as the public, broke. Mr. BALL. They drove away with him, did they? Mrs. POSTAL. Yes, sir; that one car did; uh-huh. Mr. BALL. Did you ever go down to the police station? Mrs. POSTAL. Police station? Mr. BALL. Yes; later the city hall or police office? Mrs. POSTAL. Yes; I went down to the homicidal bureau. Mr. BALL. When? Mrs. POSTAL. Well, let's see, that was a Friday. I believe it was the Thursday following. Mr. BALL. You didn't go down there that day? Mrs. POSTAL. No, sir. Mr. BALL. Did you go down there the next day? Mrs. POSTAL. No, sir. Mr. BALL. According to your affidavit, it shows that you signed it on the 4th of December. Would that be about right? Mrs. POSTAL. Was that on Thursday? Mr. BALL. Yes; I think.