Briefly, Watson, I am in the midst of a very remarkable inquiry, and I have hoped to find a clue in the incoherent ramblings of these sots, as I have done before now.

Had I been recognised in that den my life would not have been worth an hour's purchase; for I have used it before now for my own purposes, and the rascally Lascar who runs it has sworn to have vengeance upon me.

There is a trap-door at the back of that building, near the corner of Paul's Wharf, which could tell some strange tales of what has passed through it upon the moonless nights." "What! You do not mean bodies ?" "Ay, bodies, Watson.

We should be rich men if we had 1000 pounds for every poor devil who has been done to death in that den.

It is the vilest murder-trap on the whole riverside, and I fear that Neville St.Clair has entered it never to leave it more.