“Besides, I have a mind to demand the return of the $5 from you for attempting to extort money from me.” “You would stand a great chance of getting it, too. Now, give me $30 or to the ‘cops’ I go.” “You may go, but first listen to me and answer my questions. Did you not, in the presence of the janitor and myself, help place the corpse in the trunk? Did you not haul it here? Have you not assisted me in all this work?” “Yes, I have.” “That man was murdered. Speak a word about it to any one, and I will have you arrested as an accessory to his murder.” The driver was evidently very much frightened, as his eyes widened and bulged, and his hair began to assume a perpendicular position. “The body must go in the lake,” I continued, “and let the waves bury it forever from human sight. I hope you understand me.” Then he told me that he did not want any more money, and as I knew his address, he would always be at my service at any future time. Having purchased my ticket for the timber lands of Michigan, I checked my trunk, and it began its adventurous trip North. Everything had gone along as well as I could have wished until our train was nearing Grand Rapids. My attention was attracted to a group of trainmen standing about a trunk in the baggage section which occupied the forward part of the smoker in which I was traveling. I got up and looked closer, and was almost stricken dumb with horror when I saw that it was my trunk, and that the men were talking as though they suspected something wrong with it. I immediately changed my plans about going North directly, and was in a feverish state of excitement when we reached Grand Rapids. As soon as the trunk was deposited in the baggage room, I went in as though to claim it. As I did so, I noticed a stranger looking at me and on the trunk in a manner which made me feel quite uncomfortable. I pretended not to notice him, and thereby got a better chance to study him. I soon concluded that he was a Secret Service man, and that I had been “spotted.” Realizing that some decisive and telling action was necessary at this time, I stepped to the telegraph office and wired myself at the hotel, as follows:— “Holmes. Look after my trunk, which left Chicago this morning. (Signed) HARVEY.” The initial “H” was the same as that on my trunk, and when I got to the hotel, I showed the clerk the telegram, which he held for me, and engaged communicating rooms for Harvey and myself, with a bath attachment. I sent a porter for the trunk, and after seeing it in the rooms, I then learned the cause which attracted the attention of the trainmen to it. My suspicions had been confirmed, for an awful odor emanated from the trunk, and I then knew that the man had been dead longer than the college attendants stated, and, also, that I had been imposed upon.