“The game is afoot.”
“Come, Watson, come!" he cried. The game is afoot.”
“I saw her from afar. The game was afoot. I had astiffy.”
“I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,Straining upon the start. The game's afoot;Follow your spirit: and upon this charge,Cry — God for Harry! England and Saint George!”
“Come, Watson, come!' he cried. 'The game is afoot. Not a word! Into your clothes and come!'Ten minutes later we were both in a cab and rattling through the silent streets on our way to Charing Cross Station.”
“There's some fuckery afoot.”