Very curious, and the story that hangs round it will strike you as being more curious still.” “These relics have a history then?” “So much so that they are history.
Fleet Street was choked with red-headed folk, and Pope’s Court looked like a coster’s orange barrow. I should not have thought there were so many in the whole country as were brought together by that single advertisement. Every shade of colour they were – straw, lemon, orange, brick, Irish-setter, liver, clay; but, as Spaulding said, there were not many who had the real vivid flame-coloured tint.
In England the emerald-green kind is probably the commonest, I have seen it also in the woods of France and Belgium, in far-away Massachusetts, and on the banks of the Niagara River.
No data yet,” he answered. “It is a capital mistake to theorize before you have all the evidence. It biases the judgment.
It is a wonderful place, the moor,” said he, looking round over the undulating downs, long green rollers, with crests of jagged granite foaming up into fantastic surges. “You never tire of the moor. You cannot think the wonderful secrets which it contains. It is so vast, and so barren, and so mysterious.
Avoid the moor in those hours of darkness when the powers of evil are exalted.
You have probably never heard of Professor Moriarty?” said he. “Never.
You know my powers, my dear Watson, and yet at the end of three months I was forced to confess that I had at last met an antagonist who was my intellectual equal.
It would be a rare place for a gallop.” “You would naturally think so and the thought has cost several their lives before now. You notice those bright green spots scattered thickly over it?
It is cocaine,” he said, – “a seven-per-cent. solution. Would you care to try it?
All that I have to say has already crossed your mind,’ said he. “‘Then possibly my answer has crossed yours,’ I replied.
You are aware – or probably, in this half-educated age, you are not aware – that.
Stangerson too!” he muttered. “The plot thickens.
Philosophy. – Nil.
Well, what are we to do now?” asked MacDonald with some gruffness. “Possess our souls in patience and make as little noise as possible,” Holmes answered.
It is a capital mistake to theorize in advance of the facts.
The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes. Where do you think that I have been?” “A fixture also.” “On the contrary, I have been to Devonshire.” “In spirit?” “Exactly. My body has remained in this arm-chair and has, I regret to observe, consumed in my absence two large pots of coffee and an incredible amount of tobacco.
I guess you’re the same in all places, shoving your advice in when nobody asks for it.
It is only goodness which gives extra...
Stanley Hopkins was speechless with amazement. “I don’t know what to say, Mr. Holmes,” he blurted out at last, with a very red face. “It seems to me that I have been making a fool of myself from the beginning. I understand now, what I should never have forgotten, that I am the pupil and you are the master. Even now I see what you have done, but I don’t know how you did it or what it signifies.