I alone knew it.

When in India, he and I, through a remarkable chain of circumstances, came into possession of a considerable treasure.

I brought it over to England, and on the night of Morstan's arrival he came straight over here to claim his share.

He walked over from the station, and was admitted by my faithful Lal Chowdar, who is now dead.
Morstan and I had a difference of opinion as to the division of the treasure, and we came to heated words.

Morstan had sprung out of his chair in a paroxysm of anger, when he suddenly pressed his hand to his side, his face turned a dusky hue, and he fell backwards, cutting his head against the corner of the treasure-chest.