The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes

Save for the occasional use of cocaine, he had no vices, and he only turned to the drug as a protest against the monotony of existence when cases were scanty and the papers uninteresting.

I lay back against the cushions, puffing at my cigar, while Holmes, leaning forward, with his long, thin forefinger checking off the points upon the palm of his left hand

nothing clears up a case so much as stating it to another person

For a whole day my companion had rambled about the room with his chin upon his chest and his brows knitted, charging and recharging his pipe with the strongest black tobacco, and absolutely deaf to any of my questions or remarks.

"I am afraid, Watson, that I shall have to go," said Holmes, as we sat down together to our breakfast one morning.

The difficulty is to detach the framework of fact—of absolute undeniable fact—from the embellishments of theorists and reporters.

but I was too hurt and angry to speak with her,

y indignation at this calm examination of our family documents overcame me so far that I took a step forward,

hope, but we could not get on without you.

The lady's, on the other hand, were most bitter, and when she raised her voice could be plainly heard