rate. I wonder what the fresh clue may be, though it seems to be a stereotyped form whenever the police have made a blunder.'
I tossed the paper down upon the table, but at that moment my eye caught an advertisement in the agony column. It ran in this way:
'Lost.—Whereas Mordecai Smith, boatman, and his son Jim, left Smith's Wharf at or about three o'clock last Tuesday morning in the steam launch Aurora, black with two red stripes, funnel black with a white band, the sum of five pounds will be paid to anyone who can give information to Mrs. Smith, at Smith's Wharf, or at 221b, Baker Street, as to the whereabouts of the said Mordecai Smith and the launch Aurora.'
This was clearly Holmes's doing. The Baker Street address was enough to prove that. It struck me as rather ingenious, because it might be read by the fugitives
