During my several trips to the trunk store I noticed the man I first saw at the Grand Rapids Station was looking after me, and I was placed on my guard.
As I said, the night was going to be warm; I knew that it would be but a short time until all the floor I occupied would be permeated with the odor from my friend in the trunk.
I went out again and secured a water-proof hunting bag, and carried a considerable amount of ice to the room, which I placed in the bath tub.
I then took the lead pipe from my new trunk and laid it beside the first one in the adjoining room.
While doing this work the atmosphere became so stifling that I had to hoist the window. This window opened out on the roof of a porch, and by the time that was done it had grown quite dark.
I decided to defer further work until after I had eaten.
As I entered the dining room I could see the eye of that mysterious stranger watching me in the reflection of the mirror from the bar.
I was somewhat troubled at this, and I did not enjoy my dinner very well.
After my repast, I lounged out to the office and then went to my room.
I went to the bath room first, drained the water from the ice, and prepared a place for the dead man to lie in. When this was done to my satisfaction, I went to the trunk my supposed friend was to occupy and opened it. The usual balancing and cording precautions which I had taken were all right, but the face that met my gaze was drawn, colored and hideous, yet it somewhat resembled the outlines of my own when I first secured the body.