He wandered into the back room, where he found a stove, a tea-service upon a deal table, and several other cooking utensils, all spotlessly clean and of the most expensive description.

The walls here were plainly whitewashed, and the floor was of hard stone.

He then tried the door on the left, which led into the larger portion of the building--the shed in which the lifeboat had once been kept.

Not only was the door locked, but he saw at once that the lock was modern, and the door itself was secured with heavy iron clamps.

He returned to the sitting-room.
"The girl with the grey eyes was right enough," he remarked to himself.
"Mr.Fentolin has been making himself very much at home with my property." He withdrew the curtains, noticing, to his surprise, the heavy shutters which their folds had partly concealed.