A trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so.

It is more than possible; it is probable.

The husband was a teetotaller, there was no other woman, and the conduct complained of was that he had drifted into the habit of winding up every meal by taking out his false teeth and hurling them at his wife.

Amberley excelled at chess - a mark, Watson, of a scheming mind.

I have heard, Mr. Holmes, that you can see deeply into the manifold wickedness of the human heart.

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

I cannot live without brainwork. What else is there to live for? Stand at the window here. Was ever such a dreary, dismal, unprofitable world? See how the yellow fog swirls down the street and drifts across the duncoloured houses. What could be more hopelessly prosaic and material?