Mr. HUBERT. Nor did it have a bar? Mr. PAUL. It had a bar. Mr. HUBERT. I mean, not for liquor. Mr. PAUL. No; that’s right—that looks like a private club. Mr. HUBERT. Were you familiar with the notebooks and memo books that Ruby kept? Mr. PAUL. No, sir. Mr. HUBERT. Did you ever see them at all? Mr. PAUL. No, sir. Mr. HUBERT. I think that one of the girls in the club had a boy friend named Tommy, do you know who that was—Tommy? Mr. PAUL. The only real boy friends that I can give you the name of and she got married to the boy recently. Mr. HUBERT. Who was that? Mr. PAUL. He was in the police department, but I can’t think of his name. He made her give up the business and they got married and went to California, but you know, talking about boy friends, those girls have boy friends all the time—they are different boy friends—you never know which one is which. I can’t remember one name from another. Mr. HUBERT. Well, here’s what I wanted to get at—after you took over the club, you apparently hired someone to collect the cover charge at the front? Mr. PAUL. Yes. Mr. HUBERT. He was a gray-haired man, I’m told? Mr. PAUL. No, it was Leo Torti. Mr. HUBERT. [Spelling] T-o-r-t-i? Mr. PAUL. Yes, sir. Mr. HUBERT. You didn’t have a gray-haired man there? Mr. PAUL. No, sir. Mr. HUBERT. Where did you get him, had he been there before? Mr. PAUL. Yes. Mr. HUBERT. He had worked there before? Mr. PAUL. Well, he didn’t actually work, he used to help Eva, and when Eva closed that place down he came to help there, but he never got paid for anything—just, I took him home and I took him out for a bite to eat. Mr. HUBERT. How old a man would he have been? Mr. PAUL. Forty or forty something—he isn’t gray. I’m the only gray man that was there. Mr. HUBERT. There was no gray man who was on the door collecting? Mr. PAUL. No. Mr. HUBERT. Did Eva close up the Vegas? Mr. PAUL. Yes, she closed it up and then she sold it. Mr. HUBERT. When—before the Carousel was closed up? Mr. PAUL. Oh, yes, she closed it up right after New Year’s. Mr. HUBERT. Right after Ruby was put in jail? Mr. PAUL. No, right after New Year’s. Mr. HUBERT. You mean she sold it? Mr. PAUL. She sold it. Mr. HUBERT. Whom did she sell it to? Mr. PAUL. She sold it to two men and a woman that formed a corporation and bought it. It’s still called the Vegas Club—they’ve got it in the paper “under new management—Vegas Club.” I don’t even know who they are. Mr. HUBERT. Now, I handed you at the beginning of the deposition, or even before the deposition began, a number of sheets of paper, the first group numbering nine pages, purporting to be a report of an interview of you by the FBI agents Lish [spelling] L-i-s-h and Barratt [spelling] B-a-r-r-a-t-t, relating to an interview with you on November 24, 1963, running, as I said, for nine pages.