Elijah died the most prominent citizen of Jewell's Island and was buried in grand style. By this time everyone had put the Canadian stranger out of their minds. Two months after Jones's funeral, things changed.

A farmer was plowing his acres down by the southeastern shore of the island, when he came across a skeleton on the edge of the woods. He was wedged between two rocks. The years of ice and snow and weather had disintegrated all identifiable clothing, but a silver ring lying with the bones carried a clue. The ring bore the initials "G.V." From all appearances, the Canadian had never made it home because a treasure had been found - and he had been murdered upon discovery of it! No wonder Jones had become rich so quickly; his wealth had not been acquired at sea, it had been acquired from the sands of Jewell's Island.

Vigny's murder began to make sense. That was the reason people had been witnessing weird visions in that area, the ghostly shape of a man with blazing green eyes and blood running out of his mouth and chest. Islanders thought perhaps they were seeing the spirit summoned to guard the buried treasure. They had poured fresh lamb's blood over the spot in an effort to quell the devilish haunt. Now they were beginning to suspect it was the spirit of the Canadian stranger.

The skeleton find also gave rise to an explanation for the paranormal activities around Elijah Jones's old place. A voice screaming out in the darkness, and the sight of chairs furiously moving about the kitchen had been experienced. One night a chair actually blew about the room and then burst through a window.

No one fixed the hole, and the broken window made noises from the house more audible. Neighbors were startled one night by a loud popping noise. Not knowing what to expect, they ventured near enough to see a liquid rushing over the wooden floor. The smell was very strong, very ripe. That was the end of their nocturnal investigation. The morning light induced sparks of courage, so they actually opened the front door and walked over to the soaked floor. Rum was the liquid. It had flowed out of a barrel hidden away in the wall. More barrels were found, and more secret places, whereupon they came to a series of tunnels that led to the shore. Thus was the true nature of Jones's character revealed and talked about for many years to come.

As for George Vigny, he is still angry about his untimely death and continues to make his presence known to those who dare trespass on Jewell's Island.