The man might have died in a fit; but then the jewels are missing," mused the Inspector, "Ha! I have a theory. These flashes come upon me at times... What do you think of this, Holmes? Sholto was, on his own confession, with his brother last night. The brother died in a fit, on which Sholto walked off the treasure! How's that?" "On which the dead man very considerately got up and locked the door on the inside," said Holmes.

Never trust to general impressions, my boy, but concentrate yourself upon details.

It seems to leave the darkness rather blacker than before.

Ex-Professor Moriarty of mathematical celebrity... is the Napoleon of crime, Watson.

Data!data!data!" he cried impatiently. "I can't make bricks without clay.

Dogmas of every kind put assertion in the place of reason and give rise to more contention, bitterness, and want of charity than any other influence in human affairs.

I think that I had better go, Holmes." "Not a bit, doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell.