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           Therewasnokey,butitwasofconsiderableweight,sowetransferreditcarefullytoourownlittlecabin.Aswesteamedslowlyup-streamagain,weflashedoursearch-lightineverydirection,buttherewasnosignoftheIslander.SomewhereinthedarkoozeatthebottomoftheThamesliethebonesofthatstrangevisitortoourshores.

           “Seehere,”saidHolmes,pointingtothewoodenhatchway.“Wewerehardlyquickenoughwithourpistols.”There,sureenough,justbehindwherewehadbeenstanding,stuckoneofthosemurderousdartswhichweknewsowell.Itmusthavewhizzedbetweenusattheinstantthatwefired.Holmessmiledatitandshruggedhisshouldersinhiseasyfashion,butIconfessthatitturnedmesicktothinkofthehorribledeathwhichhadpassedsoclosetousthatnight.