There Is No Scent So

Let Us Hear The Suspicions. I Will Look After The Proofs.

I Had Neither Kith Nor Kin In England, And Was Therefore As Free As Air -- Or As Free As An Income Of Eleven Shillings And Sixpence A Day Will Permit A Man To Be. Under Such Circumstances, I Naturally Gravitated To London, That Great Cesspool Into Which All The Loungers And Idlers Of The Empire Are Irresistibly Drained.

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.

If You Had Killed Watson, You Would Not Have Got Out Of This Room Alive.

The Devil’s Agents May Be Of Flesh And Blood, May They Not?