You have heard me speak of Professor Moriarty ?" "The famous scientific criminal, as famous among crooks as--" "My blushes, Watson!" Holmes murmured in a deprecating voice.
"I was about to say, as he is unknown to the public." "A touch! A distinct touch!" cried Holmes.

"You are developing a certain unexpected vein of pawky humour, Watson, against which I must learn to guard myself.

But in calling Moriarty a criminal you are uttering libel in the eyes of the law--and there lie the glory and the wonder of it! The greatest schemer of all time, the organizer of every deviltry, the controlling brain of the underworld, a brain which might have made or marred the destiny of nations--that's the man! But so aloof is he from general suspicion, so immune from criticism, so admirable in his management and self-effacement, that for those very words that you have uttered he could hale you to a court and emerge with your year's pension as a solatium for his wounded character.

Is he not the celebrated author of The Dynamics of an Asteroid, a book which ascends to such rarefied heights of pure mathematics that it is said that there was no man in the scientific press capable of criticizing it?
Is this a man to traduce?
Foul-mouthed doctor and slandered professor--such would be your respective roles! That's genius, Watson.

But if I am spared by lesser men, our day will surely come." "May I be there to see!" I exclaimed devoutly.