Quotes About Mystery

Omne ignotum pro magnifico17

Arthur Conan Doyle

Arthur Conan Doyle

walking calendar of crime

One other thing, Lestrade," he added, turning round at the door: " 'Rache,' is the German for 'revenge'; so don't lose your time looking for Miss Rachel." With which Parthian shot he walked away, leaving the two rivals open mouthed behind him.

But is it coincidence? Are there not subtle forces at work of which we know little?

Someone in a novel, was he not? I don't take much stock of detectives in novels--chaps that do things and never let you see how they do them.

And yet it was one thing to laugh about it in London, and it is another to stand out here in the darkness of the moor and to hear such a cry as that.

of the Scotland Yarders," my friend remarked; "he

sat in the window with the volume in my hand, but my thoughts were far from the daring speculations of the writer. My mind ran upon our late visitor – her smiles, the deep rich tones of her voice, the strange mystery which overhung her life. If she were seventeen at the time of her father's disappearance she must be seven-and-twenty now – a sweet

That is very helpful, Mr. Holmes.

Arthur Conan Doyle

Ciò che è noto racchiude in sé meno terrore di ciò che è soltanto sussurrato e fantasticato

was half-past five before Holmes returned. He was bright, eager, and in excellent spirits, a mood which in his case alternated with fits of the blackest depression. 'There is no great mystery in this matter,' he said, taking the cup of tea which I had poured out for

may be very obtuse, Holmes, but I fail to see what this suggests.' 'No? You surprise me. Look at it in this way, then. Captain Morstan disappears. The only person in London whom he could have visited is Major Sholto. Major Sholto denies having heard that he was in London. Four years later Sholto dies. Within a week of his death Captain Morstan's daughter receives a valuable present, which is repeated from year to year and now culminates in a letter which

Holmes pensively; 'but our expedition of to-night will solve them all. Ah, here is a four-wheeler, and Miss Morstan is inside. Are you all ready? Then we had better go down, for it is a little past the hour.' I picked up my hat and my heaviest stick, but I observed that Holmes took his revolver from his drawer and slipped it into his pocket. It was clear that he thought that our night's work might be a serious one. Miss Morstan was muffled in a dark

how the deuce did he know that I had come from Afghanistan?

You will remember, Watson, how the dreadful business of the Abernetty family was first brought to my notice by the depth which the [585] parsley had sunk into the butter upon a hot day.

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

Our father would never tell us what it was he feared, but he had a most marked aversion to men with wooden legs.

To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and

I repeat that there is no practical joke here, but that we are investigating a serious crime." A vague thrill ran through me as I listened to my companion's words and saw the stern gravity which had hardened his features. This brutal preliminary seemed to shadow forth some strange and inexplicable horror in the background.

That will do," cried Holmes. "What became of him?

Arthur Conan Doyle