The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-02-11

 definite result. Let the weight of the
 matter rest upon me now, and do not
 let your mind dwell upon it further. Above all. try to let MT. Hosmer Angel vanish from your memory, as
 he has done from your 1ife.''
 Then you don't think I'll see him
 again?''
 "I fear not.''
 Then what has happened to htn?" You will leave that question in my hands. I should like an accurate de scription of him, and any letters Of | his which you can spare" [
 "i advertised for him in last satur- the slip, and here are four letters from him. I Thank you. And your address?" "No. 31 Lyon Place, Camberwe1l." MT. Angels address you never 1 had, I understand. Where Is your fathers place of business?'' "He travels for westhouse & Mar 1 bank, the great c1aret importers of i F'renchurch Street. Thank you. You have made l your statement very clearly You will leave the papers here, and re- member the advice which I have given you. Let the whole incident it to affect your life.'' "You are very kind. MT. Holmes, 1 but I cannot do that. I shall be | true to Eosmer. He shall find me ready when he comes back" : For all the preposterous hat and
 thing noble in the simple faith of our visitor which compelled our re- spect. She laid her little bundle of l papers upon the table, and went her l way, with a promise to come again i whenever she might be summoned. 1 Sherlock Holmes sat silent for a | few minutes with his fnger-tips still
 pressed together, his Negs stretched I nr1f in fr~nro @f Iii ,r,1 IS
 rected upward to the ceiling. Then 1 he took down from the rack the old | and oily clay pipe, which was to him 1 as counsellor, and, having lit it, he l thick blue cloud-wreat ths, spinning upe
 from him, and a look of infinite Ian ] guor in his face.
 Quite an interesting study, that | more interesting than her, little prob lem, which, by the way, is rather a
 trite one. You will find parallel cases,
 if you consult my index, in Andover
 the sort at The Hague last year. Old | as is the idea, however, there were ] one or two details which were new l to me. But the maiden herself was
 You appeared to read a good deal upon her which was quite invisible
 to me-" I remarked. .r .. Mot invisible, but unnoticed, Wat son. You did not know where to look, and so you missed all that was important. I can never bring you to realize the importance of sleeves, the suggestiveness of thumb-nails, or
 the great issues that may hang from a boot-lace. Now, what did youo gather from that woman's appear ance Describe it.
 ''Well, she had a slate-co1ored, broad -brimmed straw hat, with a feather of a brickish red. Her jack ct was black, with black beads sewn
 upon it. and a fringe of little black l jet ornaments. Her dress was brown, rather darker than coffee color, with } a little purple plush at the neck and and were worn through at the right fore1nger. Her boots I didn't ob- , serve. She had smalls round, hang } ing gold earrings, and a general air ) of being fairly well l-to-do,- in a vu1- ) gar, comfortable, easy-going way" Sherlock Holmes c1apped his hands } softly together and chuck1ed.
 7 "Pon my word, Watson, you are
 coming along wonderfully. You have
 really done very we'll indeed. It is true that you have missed everything
 of importance, but you have hit upon r the method. and you have a quick
 era1 impressions, my boy, but con s centrate yourself upon details. My 8 first glance is always at woman's s t sleeve. In 8 man it is perhaps bet  |, er. As you observe, this woman 8 had plush upon her sleeves, which is 0 a most useful material for showing e traces. The double line a little e ist presses against the table, was F beautifully defined. The sewing d emachine, of. the hand type, leaves g e similar mark, but only on the Jeff [. from the thumb, instead of beine a right across the broadest part, as thi. n was. I then glanced at her face .t and observing! the dent, of a pincene; ,'e at either side of her nose, I ven e tured remark upon short sight ant if typewriting. which seemed to sur
 prise her.":
 nI ''It surprised me-"
 d But, surely, it was very obvious.
 was then much surprised and inter d ested on glancing. down to observ ,e I that, though the boots which she wa at wearing were not unlike each other ,. they were really odd ones;, the on !, having a slightly decorated toe-cap T and the other a plain one. One wa ,s buttoned only in the two lower but la tons out of five, and the other at tn Tt first, third, and fifth. Now, whel 10 you see that a young lady, otherwis ,,ss neatly dressed, has come away iron 7e home with odd boots. half-buttoned 7, it is no great deduction to say tha - she came away in a hurry.''
 7n And what else?" I asked, keenl O. interested, as I always was, by m ,s ,s friends incisive reasoning.
 1 'I noted, in passing, that she ha 'h written a note before leaving home <. but after being fully dressed. Yo eo observed that her right glove wa
 torn at the foref1nger, but you did nc
 apparently see that both glove an UT finger were stained with violet inl She had written in a hurry, an
 l dipped her pen too deep. It mus CT have been this morning, or the mar :, would not remain clear upon tn Ell finger. All this is amusing, thoug :, rather elementary, but I must g un back to business, Watson. Woul no you mind reading me the advertise in. q escription of Mr. Hosmer Angel? ?'' ny I held the little printed sJin to th ITS light. Missing it said, lon tt e? morning of the 14th a gentlema ey, named Hosmer Angel. About 5 f ny z ins in height; strongly built sa be low complexion, black hair. a Itt ny bald in the centre, bushy, black sid Ter whiskers and mqstache; tinted glasse