“Oh how I've missed you, Holmes.”

“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, Holmes? Sholto was, on his own confession, with his brother last night. The brother died in a fit, on which Sholto walked off the treasure! How's that?""On which the dead man very considerately got up and locked the door on the inside," said Holmes.”

“Holmes, you have an answer to everything”

“Count Sylvius, "We give you best, Holmes. I believe you are the devil himself.""Not far from him, at any rate," Holmes answered witha polite smile.”

“We give you best, Holmes. I believe you are the devil himself.”

“I have heard, Mr. Holmes, that you can see deeply into the manifold wickedness of the human heart.”

“No mention of that local hunt, Watson," said Holmes with a mischievous smile, "but a country doctor, as you very astutely observed.”