Mr. LITCHFIELD. He had on a white sweater and kind of a T-shirt-type sweater, and a pair of, I guess they were gray khakis or they might have been gabardine, there was no crease in them and they were real sloppy and his hair wasn’t combed, you know. Mr. HUBERT. You didn’t talk to him? Mr. LITCHFIELD. No, I didn’t talk to anybody while I was there other than Jack and I did meet that photographer—I don’t remember his name. Jack introduced me, and I did meet that great big guy. He came back into the office—he did once while I was in there with Jack and he had just gotten married to some girl from Galveston and they were celebrating their honeymoon and I was thinking, “You’ve got to be a nut to come to a place like this to celebrate a honeymoon.” Mr. HUBERT. When you came out of Jack’s office, did you see this man that you think might be Oswald in there still? Mr. LITCHFIELD. When you come out of his office, you can’t see nothing—you walk down the hall and turn left and then you are back in the club part of it—the Carousel. Now, when I came back in the club part, the man that I thought was Oswald had already seen Jack—I was the last one to see him—I don’t think there were more than two or three people left in the club—this big heavy-set fellow and his wife were still there. Mr. HUBERT. In other words, this man you thought was Oswald was waiting to see Jack? Mr. LITCHFIELD. Yes. Mr. HUBERT. And he was ahead of you? Mr. LITCHFIELD. Yes. Mr. HUBERT. And you had an opportunity to observe him then as the man who got to see Jack before you did? Mr. LITCHFIELD. Yes. Mr. HUBERT. Was he there before you got there? Mr. LITCHFIELD. Yes. Mr. HUBERT. And was sitting down at the table? Mr. LITCHFIELD. Yes. Mr. HUBERT. Was he drinking something? Mr. LITCHFIELD. I don’t remember if he had something or not. He was in front of me and all I could see was his back at that time. Mr. HUBERT. Did you ever get a look at his face? Mr. LITCHFIELD. When he left he had to walk right by me. The door is not more than—it’s one of these partition-type doors and it is not more than 5 feet or 4 feet wide, and the table I was sitting at—I was sitting at the edge of the door. I couldn’t help but see him when he walked along there. Mr. HUBERT. How long was he in with Jack? Mr. LITCHFIELD. No more than 10 or 15 or 20 minutes, maybe, at the most. Mr. HUBERT. And when he came out you went in Jack’s office? Mr. LITCHFIELD. No; you see, Jack’s office is back, in the back and you got to walk down two halls and Jack came out and got me. This fellow came out and then Jack came out and got me and I went back there with him. Mr. HUBERT. Did you observe what this fellow you thought might be Oswald did at that time? Mr. LITCHFIELD. He went on out the door. Mr. HUBERT. Did you ever see him again? Mr. LITCHFIELD. No; not until I saw him on television—and I thought it was the same one.