Some of you rich men have to be taught that all the world cannot be bribed into condoning your offences.\ - Arthur Conan Doyle

"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.

"I think that I had better go, Holmes."
"Not a bit, doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell."

"They say that genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains," he remarked with a smile. "It's a very bad definition, but it does apply to detective work."