I was not surprised when Holmes suggested that I should take my revolver with me. He had himself picked up the loaded hunting-crop, which was his favourite weapon.
The most dangerous condition for a man or a nation is when his intellectual side is more developed than his spiritual”.
It’s true that you set us on the right track; but you’ll own now that it was more by good luck than good guidance.
What, indeed? It is art for art’s sake, Watson.
Do you note the peculiar construction of the sentence – ‘This account of you we have from all quarters received.’ A Frenchman or Russian could not have written that. It is the German who is so uncourteous to his verbs.
I must really apologize, Hopkins,” said Sherlock Holmes. “I fear that the scrambled eggs are cold. However, you will enjoy the rest of your breakfast all the better, will you not, for the thought that you have brought your case to a triumphant conclusion.
I fear that I bore you with these details, but I have to let you see my little difficulties, if you are to understand the situation.
I believe you are a wizard, Mr. Holmes.
Puedes reconocer a un viejo maestro por el trayecto de su pincel.
But our good humour was restored when we saw Lord John Roxton waiting for us upon the platform, his tall, thin figure clad in a yellow tweed shooting-suit. His keen face, with those unforgettable eyes, so fierce and yet so humorous, flushed with pleasure at the sight of us. His ruddy hair was shot with grey, and the furrows upon his brow had been cut a little deeper by Time’s chisel, but in all else he was the Lord John who had been our good comrade in the past.
Singularity is almost invariably a clue.
The first fellow was a bit too active, but the second was caught by the under-gardener, and only got away after a struggle. He was a middle-sized, strongly built man – square jaw, thick neck, moustache, a mask over his eyes.” “That’s rather vague,” said Sherlock Holmes. “My, it might be a description of Watson!” “It’s true,” said the inspector, with amusement. “It might be a description of Watson.
All day the wind had screamed and the rain had beaten against the windows, so that even here in the heart of great, hand-made London we were forced to raise our minds for the instant from the routine of life and to recognise the presence of those great elemental forces which shriek at mankind through the bars of his civilisation, like untamed beasts in a cage.
Again there was silence. It was broken by the high trill of the telephone-bell. “There is one of our bacilli squeaking for help,” said he with a grim smile. “They are beginning to realise that their continued existence is not really one of the necessities of the universe.
Let the high God judge between us. Choose and eat. There is death in one and life in the other. I shall take what you leave. Let us see if there is justice upon the earth, or if we are ruled by chance.
When such men, who are beyond hope and fear, begin in their dim minds to see the source their woes, it may be an evil time for those who have wronged them. The weak man becomes strong when he has nothing, for then only can he feel the wild, mad thrill of despair. High and strong the chateaux, lowly and weak the brushwood hut; but God help the seigneur and his lady when the men of the brushwood set their hands to the work of revenge! Through.
I knew perfectly well what it was over which he was brooding.
No information could be got from the lady herself, who was temporarily insane from an acute attack of brain fever.
For some reason altogether beyond our conception – and man may have been a mere accident, a by-product evolved in the process. It is as if the scum upon the surface of the ocean imagined that the ocean was created in order to produce and sustain it or a mouse in a cathedral thought that the building was its own proper ordained residence.
Many men have been hanged on far slighter evidence,” I remarked. “So they have. And many men have been wrongfully hanged.