This, there could be no question, was the same that had contained the ill-omened treasure of the Sholtos.

There was no key, but it was of considerable weight, so we transferred it carefully to our own little cabin.

As we steamed slowly up-stream again, we flashed our search-light in every direction, but there was no sign of the Islander.

Somewhere in the dark ooze at the bottom of the Thames lie the bones of that strange visitor to our shores.
"See here," said Holmes, pointing to the wooden hatchway.

"We were hardly quick enough with our pistols." There, sure enough, just behind where we had been standing, stuck one of those murderous darts which we knew so well.