Mr. HUBERT. Did Jack ask you to do so? Mr. PAUL. No, sir; I didn’t see Jack. Mr. HUBERT. Did Eva ask you to do so? Mr. PAUL. No. Mr. HUBERT. Well, why did you do it? Mr. PAUL. Personally, I don’t know—I just did it on the spur of the moment, and I have been sorry every day after that. Mr. HUBERT. Did you ask Jack, or send word to him that you were going to do this? Mr. PAUL. No, sir. Mr. HUBERT. Did you ask—well, weren’t you interested in salvaging some of the debt that was owed to you if you could? Mr. PAUL. If I could. Mr. HUBERT. That’s what I meant—that was why you did it? Mr. PAUL. Yes; but I saw what I was getting into—it turned out to be a lemon. Mr. HUBERT. Well, it turned out, as you say, to be a lemon, but your motive was to see if you could operate it to see if anything could be made out of it, to see if you could recover some of the debt that was owed to you? Mr. PAUL. That’s right. Mr. HUBERT. And at the same time, I suppose, if you could make the thing a success—whatever Jack’s interest was, it would be helpful to him, too? Is that a fair statement of what was running in your mind? Mr. PAUL. Well, naturally—I mean—— Mr. HUBERT. I don’t want to put words in your mouth—if it’s not so, tell me. Mr. PAUL. Actually, it was on the spur of the moment that I did it, and I learned right away it cost me money. Mr. HUBERT. Did Eva object? Mr. PAUL. No. Mr. HUBERT. Did any of his brothers or sisters object? Mr. PAUL. No. Mr. HUBERT. And you actually operated it for approximately 2½ months? Mr. PAUL. Yes. Mr. HUBERT. And then why did you close it? Mr. PAUL. Well, maybe I would still be operating it—no, I wasn’t going to operate it any more. I told Eva, “I’m going to give you the stock,” and let her do whatever she wanted to with it, because I couldn’t do it any more. The second thing is, I had a broken foot—I couldn’t make it any more over there. I was only coming up once a week, and the thing was shot, and then on the same day I decided to that, the liquor control board closed it up. They didn’t close it up, they sent me a notice that I can’t sell beer, so I might as well close it up. Mr. HUBERT. And it hasn’t been opened since then? Mr. PAUL. No. Mr. HUBERT. You paid the rent and all the bills during that time? Mr. PAUL. When I was operating it? Mr. HUBERT. Yes. Mr. PAUL. Yes. Mr. HUBERT. And you came out a deficit of about $3,000? Mr. PAUL. At least—maybe more—I paid the Government $1,770. Mr. HUBERT. What was that for? Mr. PAUL. Back taxes. Mr. HUBERT. Excise taxes? Mr. PAUL. Yes; it was for September, November, October, December. Mr. HUBERT. Is that excise tax? Mr. PAUL. Excise tax—that’s the cabaret tax, they call it. Mr. HUBERT. It doesn’t have anything to do with the social security or withholding taxes? Mr. PAUL. I paid them some of that too—there was only one person that was getting paid—all the entertainers got their own—they don’t go under social security.