"He's quicker at climbing down holes than I am.

Just hold out while I fix the derbies." "I beg that you will not touch me with your filthy hands," remarked our prisoner as the handcuffs clattered upon his wrists.
"You may not be aware that I have royal blood in my veins.

Have the goodness, also, when you address me always to say 'sir' and 'please.'" "All right," said Jones with a stare and a snigger.

"Well, would you please, sir, march upstairs, where we can get a cab to carry your Highness to the police-station ?" "That is better," said John Clay serenely.

He made a sweeping bow to the three of us and walked quietly off in the custody of the detective.
"Really, Mr.Holmes," said Mr.Merryweather as we followed them from the cellar, "I do not know how the bank can thank you or repay you.