Mr. HUBERT. Did you convey that information to Mr. Belli?
Mrs. GRANT. No; but unfortunately, I didn’t hear from him Saturday. He
had a heart attack while he was here, I think, during the trial—he was
deathly sick.
Mr. HUBERT. Belli was?
Mrs. GRANT. There were a few days he went to get a cardiograph and all
that. One of the days, 1 of the 2 days—well, it wasn’t 1 day, it was
3 days, really, but he went to court anyway, and I remember on the
Saturday he went to some clinic here and got all kinds of tests, but
the day before he was almost a goner.
After I heard the news of the verdict and what came over radio or
television, I thought he would die. He couldn’t talk on the phone—he
mumbled Saturday to some member of my family who called him. I didn’t
hear anything until later on—late Sunday afternoon, and Monday I went
to visit him at his suite.
Mr. HUBERT. That was here in Dallas?
Mrs. GRANT. That’s right; at the Statler-Hilton. He answered the phone
and, of course, I heard mumbling and there were newspapermen and Life
magazine men—I don’t remember everyone that was there, but there were
10 or 12, maybe about 10 people, my sister and myself. His wife was
leaving one direction and he was leaving the other. She was white as
a ghost and he was white as a ghost and I just didn’t say anything
because they were packed up to leave and I didn’t want it to get out
because he said he was going to San Antonio, but I don’t think he went
there at all. I think he went another direction because he just wanted
to sort of fool who was after him, but it was a very bad day for him
and myself and my sister. I didn’t even tell her that. You see, they
were downtown and I was home in my apartment the day of the verdict. I
was glad when he left. That, and adding up a few other things—people
said, “You are lucky to get him out because you didn’t know the
things.” They said, “They were trying Melvin Belli and they weren’t
trying Jack Ruby.”