It is there that I shall seek it." "Then I shall call upon you in a day, or in two days, with news as to the box and the papers.

I shall take your advice in every particular." He shook hands with us and took his leave.

Outside the wind still screamed and the rain splashed and pattered against the windows.

This strange, wild story seemed to have come to us from amid the mad elements--blown in upon us like a sheet of sea-weed in a gale--and now to have been reabsorbed by them once more.
Sherlock Holmes sat for some time in silence, with his head sunk forward and his eyes bent upon the red glow of the fire.

Then he lit his pipe, and leaning back in his chair he watched the blue smoke-rings as they chased each other up to the ceiling.
"I think, Watson," he remarked at last, "that of all our cases we have had none more fantastic than this." "Save, perhaps, the Sign of Four." "Well, yes.