He was very tall, and wore an ulster that came nearly to his feet, and he looked so queer that I stepped out of the path and behind some big trees to watch him.

I hadn't no more than done so, when he stooped and picked up something, and come right up the path towards me.

The moon was shining, had been up about two hours, I should say, but his back was to the light and I couldn't see his face, nor I didn't want him to see me.

After he'd got by I stepped out to watch him and see if he went towards the house, but he didn't; he took the path I had just left and walked very fast to the south gate and went out onto the side street." "In which direction did he then go ?" asked the coroner.
"He went up onto the main avenue and turned towards the town." "Can you describe his appearance ?" "Only that he was tall and had very black hair; but his face was in the shadow, so I couldn't tell how he looked." "What did he pick up from the ground ?" "I couldn't see very plain, but it looked like a small, square box done up in paper." "You did not try to call any one ?" "No, sir.

The man didn't go near the house, and I didn't think much about it until Uncle Mose told me yesterday morning that the night before he seen--" "Never mind what he saw; we will let him tell his own story.