Now, Watson,” said Holmes, as a tall dog-cart dashed up through the gloom, throwing out two golden tunnels of yellow light from its side lanterns. “You’ll come with me, won’t you?” “If I can be of use.” “Oh, a trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so. My room at The Cedars is a double-bedded one.

It is with nations as it is with individuals. A book of history is a book of sermons.

It’s every man’s business to see justice done.

Might I trouble you to open the window, for chloroform vapour does not help the palate.

I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose.

He seems to have declared war on the King’s English as well as on the English king.

It is a mistake to confound strangeness with mystery.