Mr. EVANS. Well, there was nothing to that. They just moved from upstairs to downstairs. We were remodeling the apartment upstairs, and so she moved downstairs, really next door, and when she found out that she wasn't going to be permitted by my wife to move back upstairs, that's when she got mad and left, but, really, Lee had become very noisy and loud, and we just decided that we would rather not have him back in that apartment for that reason--because he was actually disturbing everybody around there with his loudness. You could really tell when he was home. Mr. JENNER. You could? Mr. EVANS. Oh, yes; in fact, Lee couldn't talk to his mother in a soft voice or a low voice; it was always a very loud, insolent voice, and it seemed like he got to raising his voice all the time, and he didn't seem to care who heard him or what he said. You knew he was home, all right. Mr. JENNER. Did some friction arise between Mrs. Evans, the landlady, and Mrs. Oswald about that time? Mr. EVANS. Yes; it was about the apartment, and my wife told her that she just couldn't let her move back upstairs, and she didn't like that at all, and then she moved away. Mr. JENNER. Would you say that Lee was a very impervious fellow? Mr. EVANS. Yes; I would say that. He had what I would call a foghorn voice, and he didn't seem to make any effort at all to control it. He would just blare out, and it did disturb others around the house. He had a good speaking voice, though; I will say that; very good. Mr. JENNER. Now, after this incident in which Marguerite took over other quarters and moved out with her son, when next did you hear about or have any contact with either Marguerite or Lee Oswald? Mr. EVANS. When he came back there to look for an apartment. Mr. JENNER. That would have been last spring? Mr. EVANS. Yes. Mr. JENNER. Is that right? Mr. EVANS. Yes. Mr. JENNER. May? Mr. EVANS. Around May. Mr. JENNER. May of 1963? Mr. EVANS. Yes, sir; we were eating breakfast at the time, I think, and I was about to leave for work, because I was due at work pretty soon, but my wife talked to him and showed him around later, she told me, and she helped him get an apartment. Mr. JENNER. Did you notice anything unusual about Lee when you first met him that day? Mr. EVANS. Well, when I shook hands with him, his hand was so soft; it was just like there was nothing there, no bones or anything. Mr. JENNER. A fishy handshake, was it? Mr. EVANS. That's right; just soft, like no bones in his hand; that's the way he shook hands. Mr. JENNER. You mean he didn't have a firm handclasp; is that right? Mr. EVANS. That's right. His hand was not solid, like the average person that you shake hands with. It was soft. I had understood that he had been fooling around with machinery, but he didn't have the hand of a mechanic. Mr. JENNER. Had you heard anything about him before he came to your house that day? Mr. EVANS. You mean in connection with this Cuban thing?