I am a brain, Watson. The rest of me is a mere appendix.

Steel True, Blade Straight *In 1955, Doyle's family sold Windlesham, which was turned into a hotel. The bodies of Conan Doyle and his wife, Jean, were moved to a grave at Minstead Churchyard, Hampshire.

I think there are certain crimes which the law cannot touch, and which therefore, to some extent, justify private revenge.

Ah! my dear Watson, there we come into those realms of conjecture, where the most logical mind may be at fault. Sherlock Holmes speaking with Dr. Watson.

When once your point of view is changed, the very thing which was so damning becomes a clue to the truth.

Jealousy is a strange transformer of characters.

There is nothing like first-hand evidence.