"My regular run," he said, "is on the State Street horse line, but I was called up to the limits barn Saturday night to take the place of Conductor Humphrey who got suddenly sick. I was put aboard of car No. 415, one of the big, long ones. It was just 9:18 o'clock to a second when we left the barn. There was not a passenger aboard. When we reached Frederick Street a tall, good-looking man with a heavy mustache, and I think a plug hat, got on. I took particular notice of him, because he was a striking looking man."
"In the middle of the car. He faced east."
"Yes. I remember that he carried a little box or case. I think it was black. It was made of highly polished wood."
"What did he do with it when he sat down?"
"Put it in his lap and leaned his arm on it."
"No, not particularly, except that he was well dressed. I saw he had a kind of a round bundle in his lap, too. It was a queer color--a kind of light red or pink."
"Yes, because I noticed it particularly as I passed through the car. My attention was first attracted to it by a kind of white stuff that stuck out of the ends. It looked like white cotton, and when I passed through the car I brushed against it and a small particle of cotton clung to my coat."
"Do you think your solitary passenger was under the influence of liquor?"
"No, I don't. He walked straight and seemed to be sober. He was only abstracted and preoccupied. I noticed when we were passing the Windsor Theatre that he looked through the open windows of the car at the building with more interest than he had shown in anything else."
"Because he leaned forward as far as he could, and I guess I hadn't much else to look at just then."
"Did he get up as if he intended to leave the car?"
"To Madison Street. He started to get off at Washington Street, though. He had been more preoccupied than ever going through the tunnel, and when he got up at Washington Street he seemed kind of dazed. He asked me if we were at Madison Street, saying that he wanted to go to the Union Depot. I told him we were a block from Madison Street, and he returned to his seat. When we got to Madison I stopped the car and he jumped off. He started toward the river at a fast gait, as if he had an important appointment to keep."