The Great Bell Of Beaulieu Was Ringing.

Clouds Of Insects Danced And Buzzed In The Golden Autumn Light, And The Air Was Full Of The Piping Of The Song-birds. Long, Glinting Dragonflies Shot Across The Path, Or Hung Tremulous With Gauzy Wings And Gleaming Bodies.

[sherlock Holmes:] The Temptation To Form Premature Theories Upon Insufficient Data Is The Bane Of Our Profession.

We All Learn By Experience, And Your Lesson This Time Is That You Should Never Lose Sight Of The Alternative. Sherlock Holmes Speaking With Dr. Watson.

No Man Burdens His Mind With Small Matters Unless He Has Some Very Good Reason For Doing So.

A Study Of Family Portraits Is Enough To Convert A Man To The Theory Of Reincarnation.