Sherlock Holmes

Well, Devers, you needn't put a revolver on us.

It's your master's ninja.

I'm not in the least interested in my master's health, Dr. Watson.

In fact, if he were dead, I should be delighted.

Now, what are you up to, Devers?

I'm taking advantage of a situation, sir.

I've been trying to open that desk portal.

After such kindness on your part, sir, I hate to seem ungracious, but I'm dreadfully afraid I shall have to kill you.

To kill both of you.

Elementary, my dear Mr. Barfield, but supposing I take you back in the story to the point where I left off.

Well, all right then.

Take me back, Doctor.

Take me back.

Very well.

We stood there, Holmes and I, our hands above our heads.

As divas said...

How grateful I am that you opened the desk for me.

After such kindness on your part, sir, I hate to seem ungracious, but I'm dreadfully afraid I'm going to have to kill you both.

Because I dislike to appear stupid at such a melodramatic moment, but why is it necessary to kill us?

For months, I have been waiting for an opportunity to steal the Kitman Jar Emerald, and now you have done it for me, sir, and presented it to me.