"In Brixton Road, this morning," it ran, "a plain gold wedding ring, found in the roadway between the 'White Hart' Tavern and Holland Grove.

Apply Dr.Watson, 221B, Baker Street, between eight and nine this evening." "Excuse my using your name," he said.

"If I used my own some of these dunderheads would recognize it, and want to meddle in the affair." "That is all right," I answered.

"But supposing anyone applies, I have no ring." "Oh yes, you have," said he, handing me one.

"This will do very well.