He was closely followed by an inspector in uniform, and by the still palpitating Thaddeus Sholto.
"Here's a business!" he cried, in a muffled, husky voice.

"Here's a pretty business! But who are all these?
Why, the house seems to be as full as a rabbit-warren!" "I think you must recollect me, Mr.Athelney Jones," said Holmes, quietly.
"Why, of course I do!" he wheezed.

"It's Mr.Sherlock Holmes, the theorist.

Remember you! I'll never forget how you lectured us all on causes and inferences and effects in the Bishopgate jewel case.

It's true you set us on the right track; but you'll own now that it was more by good luck than good guidance." "It was a piece of very simple reasoning." "Oh, come, now, come! Never be ashamed to own up.