"As I supposed," he said, "a piece is missing."
But the miserable prelate had fallen senseless on the floor, where we left him.
"Holes," I said, "this is one of your very best. How on earth did you know you would find that orange-peel in his coat?"
"I didn't find it there," replied my friend; "I brought it with me, and had it in my hand when I put it in his pocket. I knew I should have to use strong measures with so desperate a character. My dear fellow, all these matters require tact and imagination."
And that was how we brought home the orange-peel to the Bishop.
Ben Trovato.
A penny-a-liner heard—with a not unnatural choler—
That he of all invention was apparently bereft;
And so he up and told them that a smart left-handed bowler,