will cable to Mrs. Hudson to make one of her best efforts for two
hungry travellers at 7:30 to-morrow."


A telegram was awaiting us when we reached our Baker Street
rooms, which Holmes read with an exclamation of interest and
threw across to me. "Jagged or torn," was the message, and the
place of origin, Baden.

"What is this?" I asked.

"It is everything," Holmes answered. "You may remember my
seemingly irrelevant question as to this clerical gentleman's
left ear. You did not answer it."

"I had left Baden and could not inquire."

"Exactly. For this reason I sent a duplicate to the manager of
the Englischer Hof, whose answer lies here."

"What does it show?"

"It shows, my dear Watson, that we are dealing with an
exceptionally astute and dangerous man. The Rev. Dr.
Shlessinger, missionary from South America, is none other than
Holy Peters, one of the most unscrupulous rascals that Australia
has ever evolved--and for a young country it has turned out some
very finished types. His particular specialty is the beguiling
of lonely ladies by playing upon their religious feelings, and
his so-called wife, an Englishwoman named Fraser, is a worthy