Now, Watson,โ said Holmes, as a tall dog-cart dashed up through the gloom, throwing out two golden tunnels of yellow light from its side lanterns. โYouโll come with me, wonโt you?โ โIf I can be of use.โ โOh, a trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so. My room at The Cedars is a double-bedded one.
Arthur Conan Doyle