Under the tree was a box. A big, old, wooden box. Many people walked past the box, but nobody looked inside it; nobody touched it.
But one day a tall, thin man with sunglasses and a black suit moved slowly toward the box. He looked around to see that no-one was watching him. He bent down, opened the creaky lid, and took something out of the box. He put the object into his pocket, closed the lid and went off quietly, looking around to see that he was still alone.
The man took a train, traveled to the city and went into a large building. From his pocket he took out the object. It was a key. He walked to Room 305, opened the door with the key, and slipped inside. A few minutes later he walked out with a large package. He was smiling.
The man waited for another train, traveled in a different direction, and after an hour got off the train. He ran a short way, and then stopped at a little house on a corner. Looking around him again, checking to see that nobody was following him, he went inside the house.
And nobody has seen him since.
Write the end of this story. Who is the man? What is inside the package? What is inside the house?