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lies this old home, surrounded by a high sun-baked wall mottled with lichens and topped with moss, the sort of wall—” “Cut out the poetry, Watson,” said Holmes severely. “I note that it was a high brick wall.”
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Did you personally examine this ticket? You did not, perchance, take the number?” “It so happens that I did,” I answered with some pride.
“A tall, dark, heavily moustached man, you say, with grey-tinted sun-glasses?” “Holmes, you are a wizard. I did not say so, but he had grey-tinted sun-glasses.”
Babe, it's obviously somone wearing a disguise
“And a Masonic tie-pin?”
omg, it was Sherlock wearing a disguise
I can picture you whispering soft nothings with the young lady at the Blue Anchor, and receiving hard somethings in exchange.
Wire at once that you are coming.” “I don’t think I shall go.” Holmes assumed his sternest aspect.
“On the face of it, it seems absurd to suppose that this parson knows anything, but if you think—” “I do think,” said Holmes with emphasis,
What did you do with the bodies?”
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“You had not met Barker, Watson. He is my hated rival upon the Surrey shore. When you said a tall dark man it was not difficult for me to complete the picture.
awwww man, I thought it was Sherlock in disguuse
Amberley excelled at chess—one mark, Watson, of a scheming mind.
“There being no fear of interruption I proceeded to burgle the house. Burglary has always been an alternative profession had I cared to adopt it, and I have little doubt that I should have come to the front.
In another world, Watson and Holmes are like Bonnie and Clyde
He had watched the house for some days and had spotted Dr. Watson as one of the obviously suspicious characters who had called there. He could hardly arrest Watson, but when he saw a man actually climbing out of the pantry window there came a limit to his restraint.
LMAO
Some day the true story may be told.”
And it was
“So, a rich man? No; you smiled—a rich woman.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE LION’S MANE
Ah! had he but been with me, how much he might have made of so wonderful a happening and of my eventual triumph against every difficulty! As it is, however, I must needs tell my tale in my own plain way,
Women have seldom been an attraction to me, for my brain has always governed my heart,
“Thank you,” said I. “I value a woman’s instinct in such matters.
“You could have told us,” growled Mr. Bellamy. “So I would, father, if you had ever shown sympathy.”
the beautiful, faithful nature of dogs.
My mind is like a crowded box-room with packets of all sorts stowed away therein—so many that I may well have but a vague perception of what was there.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE VEILED LODGER
WHEN one considers that Mr. Sherlock Holmes was in active practice for twenty-three years, and that during seventeen of these I was allowed to co-operate with him and to keep notes of his doings, it will be clear that I have a mass of material at my command.
17 YEARS
Perhaps you would care to read the papers?” “Could you not give me the points?”
Watson like "I ain't reading all of that"
“They had among their exhibits a very fine North African lion. Sahara King was its name, and it was the habit, both of Ronder and his wife, to give exhibitions inside its cage. Here, you see, is a photograph of the performance by which you will perceive that Ronder was a huge porcine person and that his wife was a very magnificent woman. It was deposed at the inquest that there had been some signs that the lion was dangerous, but, as usual, familiarity begat contempt, and no notice was taken of the fact.
gee, I wonder how her face got mutilated
Reading is the only pleasure which fate has left me, and I miss little which passes in the world.
up—with little Jimmy Griggs, the clown. Poor devil, he had not much to be funny about,
I heard the crash as the club smashed my husband’s skull. My heart leaped with joy at the sound.
A poor wounded beast that has crawled into its hole to die—that is the end of Eugenia Ronder.” We sat in silence for some time after the unhappy woman had told her story. Then Holmes stretched out his long arm and patted her hand with such a show of sympathy as I had seldom known him to exhibit. “Poor girl!” he said. “Poor girl! The ways of fate are indeed hard to understand. If there is not some compensation hereafter, then the world is a cruel jest.
We had risen to go, but there was something in the woman’s voice which arrested Holmes’s attention. He turned swiftly upon her. “Your life is not your own,” he said. “Keep your hands off it.” “What use is it to anyone?” “How can you tell? The example of patient suffering is in itself the most precious of all lessons to an impatient world.”
Two living and beautiful brown eyes looking sadly out from that grisly ruin did but make the view more awful.
“Prussic acid?” said I. “Exactly. It came by post. ‘I send you my temptation. I will follow your advice.’ That was the message. I think, Watson, we can guess the name of the brave woman who sent it.”
awwwww ToT
THE ADVENTURE OF SHOSCOMBE OLD PLACE
By the way, Watson, you know something of racing?” “I ought to. I pay for it with about half my wound pension.”
so far down Queer Street that he may never find his way back again.”
with the firm, austere expression which is only seen upon those who have to control horses or boys.
when a man does one queer thing, or two queer things, there may be a meaning to it, but when everything he does is queer, then you begin to wonder.
drinking like a fish.”
Do fish drink?
Dogs don’t make mistakes.”
“But it was the voice of a man!” I cried.
omg, it was a drag queen
