The device was a bird, and underneath the motto--"Vinco!" My hand closed suddenly upon it, and again I looked searchingly around.
There was not a soul in sight.

I slipped the ring into my waistcoat pocket and moved back to the white railings.

I leaned against them, and, taking a pipe and tobacco from my pocket, began to smoke.
Strangely enough, I had now recovered my nerve.

I was able to think and reason calmly.

The woman at the lodge had taken it for granted that this man's body had been thrown up by the sea.