The lid had been removed and I saw that the box contained a number of white asters.

Beside the box lay a scarf-pin--an emerald scarab.

And not far from the captain's body lay what is known--owing to the German city where it is made--as a Homburg hat.
I recalled that it is most important at such times that nothing be disturbed, and I turned to old Walters.

His face was like this paper on which I write; his knees trembled beneath him.
"Walters," said I, "we must leave things just as they are until the police arrive.

Come with me while I notify Scotland Yard." "Very good, sir," said Walters.
We went down then to the telephone in the lower hall, and I called up the Yard.