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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," &c, &c.

"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 one remarkable point, however, which will no doubt strike

you."

"They are typewritten," I remarked.