Monsieur Léviat

Enchanté, monsieur.

I have often wished to meet the so charming Dr. Watson.

Holmes has told me a great deal about you.

Oh, no, no, no, no, Monsieur Doctor.

We were having a good-natured argument on the relative abilities of the French criminal compared to the English.

Ah, the exceptions rather than the rule, I fear, Monsieur Doctor.

Believe me, my dear friend, that I will yield to no one in my admiration of your knowledge and skill.

That is why I wish I could persuade you to practice in Paris.

Ah, there you would find opponents really worthy of your steel.

What can happen to interest you in this land of grey frogs, boiled potatoes, and pots of tea?

Oh, I meant no offense, my friend.

I have read it, my friend.

You have?

An extremely gripping story, but surely you will admit that the crime was essentially of American origin.

He's right, Watson.

May I examine it?

Um, if the lady who helped my little boy across the road at the corner of Threadwell Street and High Auburn last Wednesday at four will get in touch with Box 845, she will learn of something to her advantage.

Help me can be more colorful than that in Paris, my friend.

I think we can do better than that, too.

Yeah, look at this, William.