You see, but you do not observe.
There will call upon you to-night, at a quarter to eight o’clock… a gentleman who desires to consult you upon a matter of the very deepest moment… Be in your chamber then at that hour, and do not take it amiss if your visitor wear a mask.
Not a bit, Doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell. And this promises to be interesting. It would be a pity to miss it.
“Your Majesty had not spoken before I was aware that I was addressing Wilhelm Gottsreich Sigismond von Ormstein, Grand Duke of Cassel-Felstein, and hereditary King of Bohemia.”
“The facts are briefly these: Some five years ago, during a lengthy visit to Warsaw, I made the acquaintance of the well-known adventuress, Irene Adler. The name is no doubt familiar to you.”
“That is excellent. I think, perhaps, it is almost time that I prepare for the new role I have to play.”
“He’s a brave fellow,” said a woman. “They would have had the lady’s purse and watch if it hadn’t been for him. They were a gang, and a rough one, too. Ah, he’s breathing now.” “He can’t lie in the street. May we bring him in, marm?” “Surely. Bring him into the sitting-room. There is a comfortable sofa. This way, please!”
Good-night, Mister Sherlock Holmes.
I wish she had been of my own station! What a queen she would have made!
“From what I have seen of the lady she seems indeed to be on a very different level to your Majesty”
“Your Majesty has something which I should value even more highly,” said Holmes. “You have but to name it.” “This photograph!”