The very next day, another lethal crank showed up. This gentleman, Mr. Bell, was cleverer. He had attempted to hide himself inside a truck shipment of electrical transformers. The truck driver had noticed the lunatic darting out from beneath a tarp, and had called security. A frantic chase ensued, and the stowaway was finally found burrowing desperately into a tussock of rare marsh grass, still gamely clutching a homemade black-powder pistol.