She stood framed in the doorway, tall, mystic, silent, with strange, wistful face and deep soul shining in her dark questioning eyes. Nigel kissed the hand that she held out, and all his faith in woman and his reverence came back to him as he looked at her. |
Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case. With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle, and rolled back his left shirt-cuff. For some little time his eyes rested thoughtfully upon the sinewy forearm and wrist all dotted and scarred with innumerable puncture-marks. |
Singularity is almost invariably a clue. The more featureless and commonplace a crime is, the more difficult is it to bring it home. |
Skill is fine, and genius is splendid, but the right contacts are more valuable than either. |
Skill is fine, and genius is splendid, but the right contacts are more valuable than either. |
So complex is the human spirit that it can itself scarce discern the deep springs which impel it to action. |
So they lived, these men, in their own lusty, cheery fashion--rude and rough, but honest, kindly and true. Let us thank God if we have outgrown their vices. Let us pray to God that we may ever hold their virtues. |
Still, I have no love for the cloth. Just as cotton, which is in itself the most harmless substance in the world, becomes dangerous on being dipped into nitric acid, so the mildest of mortals is to be feared if he is once soaked in sectarian religion. |
Strange indeed is human nature. Here were these men, to whom murder was familiar, who again and again had struck down the father of the family, some man against whom they had no personal feeling, without one thought of compunction or of compassion for his weeping wife or helpless children, and yet the tender or pathetic in music could move them to tears. |
Streams may spring from one source, and yet some be clear and some be foul. |
The devil's agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not? |
The future was with Fate. The present was our own. |
The giant rat of Sumatra, a story for which the world is not yet prepared. |
The landlady looked at him in a motherly way and shook her head. "You have had no great truck with the world," she said, "or you would have learned that it is the small men and not the great who hold their noses in the air." |
The only unofficial consulting detective, he answered. "I am the last and highest court of appeal in detection." |