There Is Nothing Like First-hand Evidence.

Excellent!" I Cried. "elementary," Said He.

Clouds Of Insects Danced And Buzzed In The Golden Autumn Light, And The Air Was Full Of The Piping Of The Song-birds. Long, Glinting Dragonflies Shot Across The Path, Or Hung Tremulous With Gauzy Wings And Gleaming Bodies.

The Mighty Voice Of Canada Will Ever Call To Me.

Detection Is, Or Ought To Be, An Exact Science, And Should Be Treated In The Same Cold And Unemotional Manner. You Have Attempted To Tinge It With Romanticism, Which Produces Much The Same Effect As If You Worked A Love-story Or An Elopement Into The Fifth Proposition Of Euclid.

You Have A Grand Gift For Silence, Watson. It Makes You Quite Invaluable As A Companion.