The great bell of Beaulieu was ringing. Far away through the forest might be heard its musical clangor and swell.

The unexpected has happened so continually in my life that it has ceased to deserve the name.

It is, I admit, mere imagination; but how often is imagination the mother of truth?

I love and am loved by a better man than he.

We balance probabilities and choose the most likely. It is the scientific use of the imagination.

It was all love on my side, and all good comradeship and friendship on hers. When we parted she was a free woman, but I could never again be a free man.

I think you want a little unofficial help. Three undetected murders in one year won't do, Lestrade. But you handled the Molesey Mystery with less than your usual - that's to say, you handled it fairly well.