With Care_." Mr.Fogo poked his nose inside it.
A faint smell of tea still lingered about the wood.
Next he inspected the cupboards.

Some were open and all unlocked.
He went over them all.

At the end he found himself the richer by-- A watch-glass.
Three brass buttons (one bearing the initials P.J., and all coated with verdigris).
A pair of nut-crackers.
Several leaves of a devotional work entitled "Where shall I be To-morrow?
or, Thoughts for Mariners." A key.
An oily rag.
The cap of a telescope.
An empty bottle, labelled, and bearing in faded ink: "Poison.
For Dick Collins, when his leg is bad." On the whole this was not encouraging.

Mr.Fogo was turning to abandon the search, when something upon the cabin-floor caught his eye.
He stooped and picked it up.

It was a lady's glove.
Mr.Fogo turned it over in his hand.