His Last Bow

Wisteria Lodge, The Adventure of The
Strand Magazine, 1908. 9 - 10 "The Singular Experience of Mr. John Scott Eccles" and "The Tiger of San Pedro"
Collier's Weekly, 1903, 8, 15 "The Singular Experience of Mr. John Scott Eccles"

John Scott Eccles
Aloysius Garcia
Tobias Gregson
Inspector Baynes
Constable Walters
Miss Burnet
John Warner
Don Murillo

My mind is like a racing engine, tearing itself to pieces because it is not connected up with the work for which it was built.

I have not all my facts yet, but I do not think there are any insuperable difficulties. Still, it is an error to argue in front of your data. You find yourself insensibly twisting them round to fit your theories.

If the law can do nothing we must take the risk ourselves.

Our difficulties are not over. Our police work ends, but our legal work begins.

Cardboard Box, The Adventure of the
Strand Magazine, 1893. 1
Harper's Weekly, 1893. 1. 14

G. Lestrade
Susan Cushing
Sarah Cushing
Mary Cushing
James Browner
Alec Fairbairn


There is no part of the body which varies so much as the human ear. Each ear is as a rule quite distinctive and differs from all other ones.

Lestrade is as tenacious as a bulldog when he once understands what he has to do, and indeed, it is just this tenacity which has brought him to the top at Scotland Yard.

Red Circle, The Adventure of The
Strand Magazine, 1911. 1 - 3

Mr. & Mrs. Warren
Tobias Gregson
Giuseppe Georgiano
Gennaro Lucca
Emilia Lucca

Holmes was accessible upon the side of flattery, and also, to do him justice, upon the side of kindliness.

Holmes leaned forward and laid his long, thin fingers upon the woman's shoulder. He had an almost hypnotic power of soothing when he wished.

"What, indeed? It is art for art's sake, Watson. I suppose when you doctored you found yourself studying cases without thought of a fee?"
"For my education, Holmes."
"Education never ends, Watson. It is a series of lessons with the greatest for the last. This is an instructive case. There is neither money nor credit in it, and yet one would wish to tidy it up. When dusk comes we should find ourselves one stage advanced in our investigation."

Bruce-Partington Plans, The Adventure of the
Strand Magazine, 1908. 12
Collier's Weekly, 1908, 12, 18

Microft Holmes
Arthur Cadogen West
G. Lestrade
James Walter
Colonel Valentine Walter
Violet Westbury
Sidney Johnson
Hugo Oberstein

It is fortunate for this community that I am not a criminal.

It is as if you met a tram-car coming down a country lane. Mycroft has his rails and he runs on them.

I play the game for the game's own sake.

It was one of my friend's most obvious weaknesses that he was impatient with less alert intelligences than his own.

We must fall back upon the old axiom that when all other contingencies fail, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

Dying Detective, The Adventure of the
Strand Magazine, 1913. 12
Collier's Weekly, 1913, 11, 22

Mrs. Hudson
Culverton Smith
Inspector Morton

I have no doubt that the house might have been purchased at the price which Holmes paid for his rooms during the years that I was with him.

You know how masterful he is. I didn't dare to disobey him.

And you might add of the attempted murder of one Sherlock Holmes.

You won't be offended, Watson? You will realize that among your many talents dissimulation finds no place.

Can you ask, my dear Watson? Do you imagine that I have no respect for your medical talents?

I am somewhat upon my guard against any packages which reach me.

Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax, The
Strand Magazine, 1911. 12

Frances Carfax
Susan Dobney
Marie Devine
M. Moser
Jules Vibart
Dr. Shlessinger
Phillip Green
Henry Peters
Rose Spender

She is a stray chicken in a world of foxes.

On general principles it is best that I should not leave the country. Scotland Yard feels lonely without me, and it causes an unhealthy excitement among the criminal classes.

Now we will take another line of reasoning. When you follow two separate chains of thought, you will find some point of intersection which should approximate to the truth.

We simply can't afford to wait for the police or to keep within the four corners of the law.

Holmes half drew a revolver from his pocket. "This will have to serve till a better one comes."

It's life or death ---- a hundred chances on death to one on life. I'll never forgive myself, never, if we are too late!"

Should you care to add the case to your annals, my dear Watson, it can only be as an example of that temporary eclipse to which even the best-balanced mind may be exposed. Such slips are common to all mortals, and the greatest is he who can recognize and repair them. To this modified credit I may, perhaps, make some claim.

Devil's Foot ,The Adventure of the
Strand Magazine, 1910. 12

Mortimer Tregennis
Owen Tregennis
George Tregennis
Brenda Tregennis
Tredannick Wartha
Leon Sterndale

I think, Watson, that I shall resume that course of tobacco-poisoning which you have so often and so justly condemned.

To let the brain work without sufficient material is like racing an engine. It racks itself to pieces.

Let us get a firm grip of the very little which we do know, so that when fresh facts arise we may be ready to fit them into their places.

I cannot remain to discuss the matter with the police, but I should be exceedingly obliged.

"Upon my word, Watson! I owe you both my thanks and an apology. It was an unjustifiable experiment even for one's self, and doubly so for a friend. I am really very sorry."
"You know that it is my greatest joy and privilege to help you."

I have never loved, Watson, but if I did and if the woman I loved had met such an end, I might act even as our lawless lion-hunter has done.

His Last Bow
Strand Magazine, 1917. 9
Collier's Weekly, 1917, 9, 22

Von Borg
Baron Von Herling

We live in a utilitarian age. Honour is a mediaeval conception. Besides England is not ready.

He was a tall, gaunt man of sixty, with clear-cut features and a small goatee beard which gave him a general resemblance to the caricatures of Uncle Sam.

We heard of you as living the life of a hermit among your bees and your books in a small farm upon the South Downs.

The old sweet song. How often have I heard it in days gone by.

Should I be guilty of a liberty if I lit a cigar and placed it between your lips?

Stand with me here upon the terrace, for it may be the last quiet talk that we shall ever have.

There's an east wind coming, Watson.

Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age.