A hound it was, an enormous coal-black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen. Fire burst from its open mouth, its eyes glowed with a smouldering glare, its muzzle and hackles and dewlap were outlined in flickering flame. Never in the delirious dream of a disordered brain could anything more savage, more appalling, more hellish be conceived than that dark form and savage face which broke upon us out of the wall of fog.
Arthur Conan DoyleWhen you have eliminated the impossible, what is left, no matter how unlikely, is the truth.
Arthur Conan DoyleIt has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.
Arthur Conan DoyleNow, 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