THE END OF THE ISLANDER.
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'Is there anything to mark it as a police-boat?'
'Yes, that green lamp at the side.'
'Then take it off.'
The small change was made, we stepped on board, and the ropes were cast off. Jones, Holmes, and I sat in the stern. There was one man at the rudder, one to tend the engines, and two burly police-inspectors forward.
'Where to?' asked Jones.
'To the Tower. Tell them to stop opposite to Jacobson's Yard.'
Our craft was evidently a very fast one. We shot past the long lines of loaded barges as though they were stationary. Holmes smiled with satisfaction as we overhauled a river steamer and left her behind us.
'We ought to be able to catch anything on the river,' he said.
'Well, hardly that. But there are not many launches to beat us.'
