The lust for murder is not a rational thing. In queens, it is an instinctual response.
The dead have a claim on us even heavier than that of the living, for they cannot hear our explanations, and we cannot ask their forgiveness.
THE END OF a case is always long, tedious, and anticlimactic,
Moments of pure relaxation were rare for me. There was always the nagging of books unread, work undone, time a-wasting.
Madam, there is no treachery in the truth. There may be pain, but to face honestly all possible conclusions formed by a set of facts is the noblest route possible for a human being. Holmes could be su...
I have never found ‘luck’ a dependable companion
Holmes, I asked as we stepped into the street, I realise the question sounds sophomoric, but do you find that there are aspects of yourself with which you feel most comfortable? I only ask out of curi...
But somehow the madness around me and the turmoil I carried within myself acted as counterweights, and I survived in the centre.
And Vivian eyed something no one else could see. Then
You think the knife was used, cleaned, then scraped through the blood on the floor? Lestrade asked. Evidently. Why do that? Chief Inspector, I try to form my hypotheses upon data, rather than shape th...
Would you rather have it outside? Now the heat’s broken, coffee in the sun isn’t a repulsive idea. What a romantic offer: something not actively repulsive.
Why was the mind said to have an eye and not a hand, or a tongue? Perhaps touch, taste, odour, sound were linked to the heart rather than the intellect.
When the choice came down to tears, strong drink, or potatoes, one chooses potatoes. She
The matches also came into focus: a cheap, bright label, in French. I picked up the box, slid it open, my nose stung by the smell of sulphur. Four matches. I took one, scraped it into life, held it to...
Stop it!'He relented, so far as he could, stepping forward to take my head into his hands. 'Russell, once, only once, I was taken and suffered for it. Please, my dear wife, believe me, this is not the...
Normally, one is only conscious of the room around one, but when no-one else is present, one's awareness is free to fill all the space.
Madam, there is no treachery in the truth. There may be pain, but to face honestly all possible conclusions formed by a set of facts is the noblest route possible for a human being.
I am getting old, Russell. Gone are the days when I could scramble about on the moors all day and curl up happily at night with a thin blanket and a stone for a pillow. Three nights on floorboards and...
Eccentricty had flowered into madness.
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