Holmes unlocked his strong-box and held up the blue carbuncle, which shone out like a star, with a cold, brilliant, many-pointed radiance.

Ryder stood glaring with a drawn face, uncertain whether to claim or to disown it.
"The game's up, Ryder," said Holmes quietly.

"Hold up, man, or you'll be into the fire! Give him an arm back into his chair, Watson.

He's not got blood enough to go in for felony with impunity.

Give him a dash of brandy.