Side by side on the narrow shawl knelt the two wanderers, the little prattling child and the reckless, hardened adventurer. Her chubby face, and his haggard, angular visage were both turned up to the cloudless heaven in heartfelt entreaty to that dread being with whom they were face to face, while the two voices – the one thin and clear, the other deep and harsh – united in the entreaty for mercy and forgiveness.
A bicycle, certainly, but not THE bicycle,” said he. “I am familiar with forty-two different impressions left by tires. This, as you perceive, is a Dunlop, with a patch upon the outer cover. Heidegger’s tires were Palmer’s, leaving longitudinal stripes. Aveling, the mathematical master, was sure upon the point. Therefore, it is not Heidegger’s track.
Ah! my dear Watson, there we come into those realms of conjecture, where the most logical mind may be at fault. Each may form his own hypothesis upon the present evidence, and yours is as likely to be correct as mine.
No, no, my dear Watson. The more deeply sunk impression is, of course, the hind wheel, upon which the weight rests.
I saw the vague outline of a man, a shade blacker than the blackness of the open door.
I trust that I am not more dense than my neighbours, but I was always oppressed with a sense of my own stupidity in my dealings with Sherlock Holmes.
To the logician all things should be seen exactly as they are, and to underestimate one’s self is as much a departure from truth as to exaggerate one’s own powers.
There are vague memories in our souls of those misty centuries when the world was in its childhood.
Well, well,” said he, at last. “It is, of course, possible that a cunning man might change the tires of his bicycle in order to leave unfamiliar tracks. A criminal who was capable of such a thought is a man whom I should be proud to do business with.
Tut, tut, we have solved some worse problems. At least we have plenty of material, if we can only use it.
The proper study of mankind is man,’ you know.
Existe entre los hechos delictivos un gran parecido de familia, y si usted se sabe por completo y en detalle un millar de casos, pocas veces deja de poner en claro el mil uno.
Before we begin to investigate that, let us try to realize what we do know, so as to make the most of it, and to separate the essential from the accidental.
As we approached the forbidding and squalid inn, with the sign of a game-cock above the door, Holmes gave a sudden groan, and clutched me by the shoulder to save himself from falling. He had had one of those violent strains of the ankle which leave a man helpless.
Then my friend’s wiry arms were round me, and he was leading me to a chair.
Be frank with me and we may do some good. Play tricks with me, and I’ll crush you.
The man pervades London, and no one has heard of him. That’s what puts him on a pinnacle in the records of crime.
The individual must not monopolize what is meant for the world. I.
When we were left alone in the stone-flagged kitchen, it was astonishing how rapidly that sprained ankle recovered.
From the point of view of the criminal expert,” said Mr. Sherlock Holmes, “London has become a singularly uninteresting city since the death of the late lamented Professor Moriarty.