When You Have Eliminated The Impossible, What

The Future Was With Fate. The Present Was Our Own.

I Have My Own Views About Nature's Methods, Though I Feel That It Is Rather Like A Beetle Giving His

It Is With Nations As It Is With Individuals. A Book Of History Is A Book Of Sermons.

The Good Watson Had At That Time Deserted Me For A Wife, The Only Selfish Action I Can Recall In Our Association. I Was Alone.

Just As An Octopus May Have His Den In Some Ocean Cave, And Come Floating Out A Silent Image Of Horror To Attack A Swimmer, So I Picture Such A Spirit Lurking In The Dark Of The House Which He Curses By His Presence, And Ready To Float Out Upon All Whom He Can Injure.