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The colonel still stared at my friend like a man in a trance. You cunning, cunning fiend! was all that he could say.

Are you in the police yourself?" "No." "What business is it of yours, then?" "It's every man's business to see justice done.

seemed to be one of those senseless acts of Hooliganism which occur from time to time

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.

No data yet, he answered. It is a capital mistake to theorize before you have all the evidence. It biases the judgment.

His ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge. Of contemporary literature, philosophy and politics he appeared to know next to nothing.

They're dangerous at both ends...and crafty in the middle.

You won't die in your bed, Holmes. I have often had the same idea.

Of course, in your position of unofficial adviser and helper to everybody who is absolutely puzzled

There is an appalling directness about your questions, Watson, said Holmes, shaking his pipe at me. They come at me like bullets.

What with the physical shocks incidental to my first interview with Professor Challenger and the mental ones which accompanied

I thrilled now with a keener zest than I had ever enjoyed when we were the defenders of the law instead of its defiers.

But the romance was there," I remonstrated. "I could not tamper with the facts." "Some

mystery," I remarked. "What do you imagine that it means?" "I have no data yet. It is a capital

Tottenham Court Road, and he left a tidy business

they were of much the same stock, and their creeds could only be distinguished by their varying degrees of bigotry and intolerance.

Good-night, Mister Sherlock Holmes.

It is a mistake to confound strangeness with mystery. The most commonplace crime is often the most mysterious because it presents no new or special features from which deductions may be drawn.

Miss Morrison is a little, ethereal slip of a girl

that my stories were slightly involved. To this day she declares that I told her one moving anecdote

I had always known that vengeance would be sweet, but I had never hoped for the contentment of soul which now possessed me.

When water is near and a weight is missing, it is not a very far-fetched supposition that something has been sunk in the water.

A criminal strain ran in his blood, which, instead of being modified, was increased and rendered infinitely more dangerous by his extraordinary mental powers.

The public hisses at me, but I applaud myself in my own house and simultaneously contemplate the money in my chest.