She had written in a hurry and dipped her pen too deep.

It must have been this morning, or the mark would not remain clear upon the finger.
All this is amusing, though rather elementary, but I must go back to business, Watson.

Would you mind reading me the advertised description of Mr.Hosmer Angel ?" 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.