Quotes About Investigation

burn. Now, I observe, Ames

Sherlock and his Watson may for a time find a place, while some more astute sleuth with some even less astute comrade may fill the stage which they have vacated.

den, and I was walking down the street with

process, said I, starts upon the supposition that when you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. It may well be that several explanations remain, in which case one tries test after test until one or other of them has a convincing amount of support.

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sententiously. "Well, I went to Underwood

Is that Eduardo Lucas of Godolphin Street?" "Yes." "You will not see him." "Why not?" "He was murdered in his house last night." My friend has so often astonished me in the course of our adventures that it was with a sense of exultation that I realized how completely I had astonished him.

the police. Offer to assist them in every way. We shall wait here until your return.' The little man obeyed in a half-stupefied fashion, and we heard him stumbling

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than theories, after all. My view of the case is confirmed. There is a trapdoor communicating with the roof, and

We ran round, and there lay the unfortunate rider. He was a tall man, full-bearded, with spectacles, one glass of which had been knocked out. The cause of his death was a frightful blow upon the head, which had crushed in part of his skull. That he could have gone on after receiving such an injury said much for the vitality and courage of the man. He wore shoes, but no socks, and his open coat disclosed a nightshirt beneath it. It was undoubtedly the German master.

heard the creature

Lestrade had learned by more experiences than he would care to acknowledge that that brain could cut through that which was impenetrable to him.

nondescript individuals put in an appearance, Sherlock Holmes

Then what are they? Who is this K. K. K., and why does he pursue this unhappy family?

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think that it is quite clear that there must be more than one of them.

It was my first visit to the scene of the crime--a high, dingy, narrow-chested house, prim, formal, and solid, like the century which gave it birth.

screened by a young beech. Where the two walls joined, several bricks had been loosened, and the crevices left were worn down and rounded upon the lower side, as though they had frequently been used as a ladder. Holmes clambered up, and taking the dog from me he dropped it over upon the other side. "There's the print of Wooden-leg's

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221B, Baker Street

It is with a heavy heart that I take up my pen to write these the last words in which I shall ever record the singular gifts by which my friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes was distinguished. In

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