I held the little printed slip to the light.
"Missing," it said, "on the morning of the fourteenth, a
gentleman named Hosmer Angel. About five ft. seven in. in height;
strongly built, sallow complexion, black hair, a little bald in the
centre, bushy, black side-whiskers and moustache; tinted glasses,
slight infirmity of speech. Was dressed, when last seen, in black
frock-coat faced with silk, black waistcoat, gold Albert chain, and
grey Harris tweed trousers, with brown gaiters over elastic-sided
boots. Known to have been employed in an office in Leadenhall
Street. Anybody bringing—"
"That will do," said Holmes. "As to the letters," he continued,
glancing over them, "they are very commonplace. Absolutely no clue
in them to Mr. Angel, save that he quotes Balzac once. There is on
