"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."
"How was it that you noticed him then?"
"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?"
"No, he didn't; he kept his seat."
"How far did he ride?"
"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."
"Do you know Dr. Cronin?"