No, the events which I am about to describe were simply too monstrous, too shocking to appear in print. They still are. It is no exaggeration to suggest that they would tear apart the entire...

Si alguien había perdido esa noche un tesoro, yo, por lo menos, había ganado uno.

The man might have died in a fit; but then the jewels are missing,” mused the Inspector, “Ha! I have a theory. These flashes come upon me at times… What do you think of this,...

She wondered how Dr. Watson – a clever man in his own right – had lasted so many years without bashing his roommate over the head out of sheer frustration.

No: I am not tired. I have a curious constitution. I never remember feeling tired by work, though idleness exhausts me completely.” ~ Sherlock Holmes

Fool. He’s as bad as Watson, trying to throw himself in harm’s way for the sake of the Great Detective.

Only that I insist upon your dining with us. It will be ready in half an hour. I have oysters and a brace of grouse, with something a little choice in white wines. Watson, you...

Not that Dr Watson wasn’t benign – he was one of the best souls in the Empire – but a man didn’t get to be her uncle’s right-hand man without a good uppercut and the...

Un sot trouve toujours un plus sot qui l’admire.A fool always finds a greater fool to admire him.

Sherlock: You’re keeping a SCRAPBOOK. Only old ladies and pre-pubescent girls keep scrapbooks, John.John: It’s not a scrapbook, Sherlock. I’m collecting papers relevant to the cases. It helps me remember the details. And it was...

Take a pinch of snuff, doctor, and acknowledge that I have scored over you in your example.

There would be no Sherlock Holmes if it were not for serial publication.

One should always look for a possible alternative, and provide against it. -Sherlock Holmes

Here dwell together still two men of note/ Who never lived and so can never die:/ How very near they seem, yet how remote/ That age before the world went all awry./ But still the...

There’s a lot of Sherlock love in here. In many ways, this book might as well be called ‘Deduce THIS, Sexlock Holmes!’ with a picture of me licking his meerschaum, cross-eyed and screaming.

Holmes and Watson are on a camping trip. In the middle of the night Holmes wakes up and gives Dr. Watson a nudge. “Watson” he says, “look up in the sky and tell me what...

Watson,’ said he, ‘if it should ever strike you that I am getting a little over-confident in my powers, or giving less pains to a case than it deserves, kindly whisper ‘Norbury’ in my ear,...

In the darkest corner of a darkened room, all Sherlock Homes stories begin. In the pregnant dim of gaslight and smoke, Holmes would sit, digesting the day’s papers, puffing on his long pipe, injecting himself...

It was quite elementary,’ returned the detective with a languid gesture of one hand.

Murder was so trivial in the stories Harold loved. Dead bodies were plot points, puzzles to be reasoned out. They weren’t brothers. Plot points didn’t leave behind grieving sisters who couldn’t find their shoes.

You look at me as if I were a conjuror,’ Holmes remarked, with a laugh.

Why, of course, if the reader were smart enough, he could figure the whole thing through after just the first few pages! But in his heart Arthur knew that his readers didn’t really want to...