My Watson

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Men simply wore their usual dark suits along with black gloves / Widows were expected to wear full mourning for two years.

The Red Headed League (02.05)

There was a gleam in his eyes and a suppressed excitement in his manner which convinced me, used as I was to his ways, that his hand was upon a clue, though I could not imagine where he had found it.

The Illustrious Client

He raised his eyes languidly from the old black-letter volume which he had opened. “It is cocaine,” he said,—“a seven-per-cent solution. Would you care to try it?”

“How did you know what I was doing? I believe you have eyes in the back of your head.”

It was not merely that Holmes changed his costume. His expression, his manner, his very soul seemed to vary with every fresh part that he assumed. The stage lost a fine actor, even as science lost an acute reasoner, when he became a specialist in crime.

So it was, my dear Watson, that at two o’clock to-day I found myself in my old arm-chair in my own old room[...]

I am a brain, Watson. The rest of me is a mere appendix. Therefore, it is the brain I must consider.

                                                                                           The Empty House

The Resident Patient (02.04)

“yet he was possessed of extraordinary delicacy of touch, as I frequently had occasion to observe when I watched him manipulating his fragile philosophical instruments.”

“And that was how a great scandal threatened to affect the kingdom of Bohemia, and how the best plans of Mr. Sherlock Holmes were beaten by a woman’s wit. He used to make merry over the cleverness of women, but I have not heard him do it of late.”

The Norwood Builder (02.03)

The Greek Interpreter (02.02)

The Copper Beeches (02.01)