I remembered how the baronet had told me that he had handed his old wardrobe to Barrymore.

Barrymore had passed it on in order to help Selden in his escape.

Boots, shirt, cap--it was all Sir Henry's.

The tragedy was still black enough, but this man had at least deserved death by the laws of his country.

I told Holmes how the matter stood, my heart bubbling over with thankfulness and joy.
"Then the clothes have been the poor devil's death," said he.