Mr Holmes & Doctor Watson

The best and the wisest man whom I have ever known.

We have shared the same room for some years, and it would be amusing if we ended by sharing the same cell.

My Holmes.

An instant later he pulled me back into the blackest corner of the room, and I felt his warning hand upon my lips. The fingers which clutched me were very quivering.

My friend and partner.

The best and the wisest man whom I have ever known.

'I get a wife out of it, (...) what remains for you?' 'For me,' said Sherlock Holmes, 'there still remains the cocaine bottle.' And he stretched his long white hand up for it.

I felt Holmes' hand steal into mine.

His hand closed like a vice upon my wrist in his agitation. Then he broke into a low laugh and put his lips to my ear.

I have a vague remembrance of his gaunt limbs, his earnest face, and the rise and fall of his bow. Then I seemed to be floated peacefully away upon a soft sea of sound, until I found myself in dream-land(...)

He seized my hand in the darkness.

He was much too absorbed with his own thoughts to give any immediate answer to my remonstrance. He leaned upon his hand, with his untasted breakfast before him, and he stared at the slip of paper which he had just drawn from its envelope.

For two hours we rambled about together, in silence for the most part, as befits two men who know each other intimately.

My dear Holmes.

If you want me for the trial, my address and that of Watson will be somewhere in Norway.

'You know,' I answered with some emotion, for I had never seen so much of Holmes' heart before, 'that it is my greatest joy and privilege to help you.'

My dear fellow.

The man whom above all I revere.

His ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge.

'Come, Watson, come!’ he cried. ‘The game is afoot. Not a word! Into your clothes and come!'