An overcoat hung from a peg: Rathbury, without ceremony, went through its pockets; just as unceremoniously he proceeded to examine trunk and bag, and finding both unlocked, he laid out on the bed every article they contained and examined each separately and carefully.

And he found nothing whereby he could gather any clue to the dead owner's identity.
"There you are!" he said, making an end of his task.

"You see, it's just the same with these things as with the clothes he had on him.
There are no papers--there's nothing to tell who he was, what he was after, where he'd come from--though that we may find out in other ways.

But it's not often that a man travels without some clue to his identity.

Beyond the fact that some of this linen was, you see, bought in Melbourne, we know nothing of him.