Mr. BELIN. Had the police sirens subsided at the time he turned, or not?
Mr. BREWER. No; you could still hear sirens.
Mr. BELIN. Did they sound like they were coming toward you or going
away?
Mr. BREWER. They were going away at that time.
Mr. BELIN. Going the other way?
Mr. BREWER. Yes.
Mr. BELIN. How could you tell?
Mr. BREWER. They were getting further in the distance.
Mr. BELIN. Then what did you see this man do?
Mr. BREWER. He turned and walked out of the lobby and went up West
Jefferson toward the theatre, and I walked out the front and watched
him, and he went into the theatre.
Mr. BELIN. What theatre is that?
Mr. BREWER. Texas Theatre.
Mr. BELIN. Why did you happen to watch this particular man?
Mr. BREWER. He just looked funny to me. Well, in the first place, I had
seen him some place before. I think he had been in my store before.
And when you wait on somebody, you recognize them, and he just seemed
funny. His hair was sort of messed up and looked like he had been
running, and he looked scared, and he looked funny.
Mr. BELIN. Did you notice any of his actions when he was standing in
your lobby there?
Mr. BREWER. No; he just stood there and stared.
Mr. BELIN. He stared?
Mr. BREWER. Yes.
Mr. BELIN. Was he looking at the merchandise?
Mr. BREWER. Not anything in particular. He was just standing there
staring.
Mr. BELIN. Well, would you state then what happened? You said that you
saw him walk into the Texas Theatre?
Mr. BREWER. He walked into the Texas Theatre and I walked up to the
theatre, to the box office and asked Mrs. Postal if she sold a ticket
to a man who was wearing a brown shirt, and she said no, she hadn't.
She was listening to the radio herself. And I said that a man walked in
there, and I was going to go inside and ask the usher if he had seen
him.