It is quite a three pipe problem, and I beg that you won't speak to me for fifty minutes.

The stage lost a fine actor, even as science lost an acute reasoner, when [Holmes] became a specialist in crime.

Accounts are not quite settled between us," said she, with a passion that equaled my own. "I can love, and I can hate. You had your choice. You chose to spurn the first; now you must test the other.

London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.

There was something awesome in the thought of the solitary mortal standing by the open window and summoning in from the gloom outside the spirits of the nether world.

A client is to me a mere unit, a factor in a problem.

You have done all the work in this business. I get a wife out of it, Jones gets the credit, pray what remains for you?" "For me," said Sherlock Holmes, "there still remains the cocaine bottle.