"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."
"Where did he sit down?"
"In the middle of the car. He faced east."
"Did he have any parcels?"
"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."
"Did you notice how he was dressed?"
"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."
"Are you sure about that?"