A long shot, Watson, a very long shot!

You know my methods, Watson.

Come, Watson, come! he cried. The game is afoot."

I think that I may go so far as to say, Watson, that I have not lived wholly in vain, he remarked. "If my record were closed to-night I could still survey it with equanimity. The air of London is the sweeter for my presence."

You have been in Afghanistan I perceive.

You know my powers, my dear Watson, and yet at the end of three months I was forced to confess that I had at last met an antagonist who was my intellectual equal. My horror at his crimes was lost in my admiration at his skill.