It was too much that he should be taken to the grave without some token from the men whom he had robbed and befooled.
"We earned a living at this time by my exhibiting poor Tonga at fairs and other such places as the black cannibal.

He would eat raw meat and dance his war-dance: so we always had a hatful of pennies after a day's work.

I still heard all the news from Pondicherry Lodge, and for some years there was no news to hear, except that they were hunting for the treasure.

At last, however, came what we had waited for so long.
The treasure had been found.

It was up at the top of the house, in Mr.
Bartholomew Sholto's chemical laboratory.