We, of course, went aboard, Mr.Lindsey, after being assured by me that this really was Sir Gilbert Carstairs' yacht, remarking that he didn't know we could do much good by doing so.

But I speedily made a discovery of singular and significant importance.

Small as she was, the yacht possessed a cabin--there was no great amount of head-room in it, it's true, and a tall man could not stand upright in it, but it was spacious for a craft of that size, and amply furnished with shelving and lockers.

And on these lockers lay the clothes--a Norfolk suit of grey tweed--in which Sir Gilbert Carstairs had set out with me from Berwick.
I let out a fine exclamation when I saw that, and the other three turned and stared at me.
"Mr.Lindsey!" said I, "look here! Those are the clothes he was wearing when I saw the last of him.

And there's the shirt he had on, too, and the shoes.