Sherlock Holmes (Carlton Hobbs)

It is a work which will cut deep at the very foundations of revealed religion.

Really?

But who could have foreseen anything so terrible happening to the young man?

What do you think of the matter, Mr. Holmes?

I've not yet made up my mind.

I shall indeed be indebted to you if you can throw a light where all is so dark to a poor bookworm in the lead.

Like myself, such a blow is paralyzing, but you are a man of action, and we are fortunate indeed in having you at our side.

Oh, but do take another cigarette.

Tell me, you are even a quicker smoker than I am myself.

I am a connoisseur, and these are excellent cigarettes.

Professor Coram.

What do you imagine this poor fellow meant by his last words?

Professor... It was she.

Mr. Holmes, our maid Susan, a simple girl.

I fancy the poor fellow murmured some incoherent, delirious words, and she twisted them into this meaningless message.

The eyeglasses, where did they come from then?

Ah, Inspector, we are aware that loved tokens may take a strange shape.

A fan, a glove, a pair of slings.

Tell me, Professor Gordon, what is in the cupboard of the bureau in your study?

Oh, nothing from the family papers, diplomas from universities that have honoured me.