I am not mad. I am eccentric perhaps--at least certain people say so; but as regards my profession. I am very much as one says, 'all there.
Very few of us are what we seem.
When a man is really in love he can't help looking like a sheep.
For in the long run, either through a lie, or through truth, people were bound to give themselves away.
Prisoners at the bar, have you anything to say in your defence?
You have a tendency, Hastings, to prefer the least likely. That, no doubt, is from reading too many detective stories.