His Last Bow: Some Reminiscences of Sherlock Holmes

suppose, Watson, we must look upon you as a man of letters," said he. "How do you define the word 'grotesque'?"

"Strange – remarkable," I suggested.

a bleak and windy day towards the end of March in the year 1892.

served his turn."

a most trustworthy man. He saw nothing that evening. Of course the fog was very thick."
"Suppose that Cadogan West wished to make his way into the building after hours; he would need three keys, would he not, before he could reach the papers?"
"Yes, he would. The key of the outer door, the key of the office, and the key of the safe."
"Only Sir James Walter and you had those keys?"
"I had no keys of the doors – only of the safe."
"Was Sir James a man who was orderly in his habits?"
"Yes, I think he was. I know that so far as those three keys are concerned he kept them on

You are like my friend, Dr. Watson, who has a bad habit of telling his stories wrong end foremost.

My mind is like a racing engine, tearing itself to pieces because it is not connected up with the work for which it was built.

Oh, man, of course. No woman would ever send a reply paid telegram. She would have come