It is fortunate for this community that I am not a criminal.

The setting is a worthy one, if the devil did desire to have a hand in the affairs of men.

...it was a huge creature, luminous, ghastly, and spectral. I have cross-examined these men, one of them a hard-headed countryman, one a farrier, and one a moorland farmer, who all tell the same story of this dreadful apparition, exactly corresponding to the hell-hound of the legend. I assure you that there is a reign of terror in the district, and that it is a hardy man who will cross the moor at night.

His ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge. Of contemporary literature, philosophy and politics he appeared to know next to nothing... My surprise reached a climax, however, when I found incidentally that he was ignorant of the Copernican Theory and of the composition of the Solar System.

It is a mistake to confound strangeness with mystery.

There are no fools so troublesome as those who have some wit.

You have a grand gift for silence, Watson. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion.