Monsieur Léviat

Oh, I fail to find this message any more stirring than the preceding one.

You notice the execrable printing, don't you?

Indeed I do.

It is all mixed up.

The first word, will, starts with a capital W and a capital I. The second word, any, starts with a small a, and then has a capital N and Y. It is a shocking example of typography.

What do you mean, Holmes?

Oh, come now, my friend.

I defy even you to make a mystery out of a printer's negligence.

I still think you're trying to make an adventure out of a mere printing accident.

Ah, I see it now.

A helpless victim, help prisoner.

He smuggles out this message as a harmless personnel, with strict instructions that it be printed on this art form.

He knows that the amateurs of cryptography, to whom it is addressed, will decipher this call for help.

Here you are, gents.

The Helms pen.

Nice afternoon for a drive, wasn't it?

Afraid it'll cost you 15 bob, though.

To call it the elms seems remarkably inapropos.

I cannot see an elm tree in sight.

Oh, you disappoint me.