Let Us Hear The Suspicions. I Will

There Is Nothing More Stimulating Than A Case Where Everything Goes Against You.

You Know My Method. It Is Founded Upon The Observation Of Trifles.

You Have A Grand Gift For Silence, Watson. It Makes You Quite Invaluable As A Companion.

Come What May, I Am Bound To Think That All Things Are Ordered For The Best; Though When The Good Is A Furlong Off, And We With Our Beetle Eyes Can Only See Three Inches, It Takes Some Confidence In General Principles To Pull Us Through.

Holy Men! Holy Cabbages! Holy Bean Pods! What Do They Do But Live And Suck In Sustenance And Grow Fat?