I have not one single fact of which I can say that it admits only of a single interpretation.

Still, it must be remembered that even the most inconclusive facts, if sufficiently multiplied, yield a highly conclusive total.

And my little pile of evidence is growing, particle by particle; but we mustn't sit here gossiping at this hour of the day; I have to consult with Marchmont and you say that you have an early afternoon engagement.

We can walk together as far as Fleet Street." A minute or two later we went our respective ways, Thorndyke towards Lombard Street and I to Fetter Lane, not unmindful of those coming events that were casting so agreeable a shadow before them.
There was only one message awaiting me, and when Adolphus had delivered it (amidst mephitic fumes that rose from the basement, premonitory of fried plaice), I pocketed my stethoscope and betook myself to Gunpowder Alley, the aristocratic abode of my patient, joyfully threading the now familiar passages of Gough Square and Wine Office Court, and meditating pleasantly on the curious literary flavour that pervades these little-known regions.

For the shade of the author of _Rasselas_ still seems to haunt the scenes of his Titanic labours and his ponderous but homely and temperate rejoicings.