Even now in the stillness of death, the huge jaws seemed to be dripping with a bluish flame and the small, deep-set, cruel eyes were ringed with fire.

I placed my hand upon the glowing muzzle, and as I held them up my own fingers smouldered and gleamed in the darkness.
"Phosphorus," I said.
"A cunning preparation of it," said Holmes, sniffing at the dead animal.
"There is no smell which might have interfered with his power of scent.
We owe you a deep apology, Sir Henry, for having exposed you to this fright.

I was prepared for a hound, but not for such a creature as this.
And the fog gave us little time to receive him." "You have saved my life." "Having first endangered it.

Are you strong enough to stand ?" "Give me another mouthful of that brandy and I shall be ready for anything.

So! Now, if you will help me up.