Amberley Excelled At Chess - A Mark,

I Say, Watson,’ He Whispered, ‘would You Be Afraid To Sleep In The Same Room As A Lunatic, A Man With Softening Of The Brain, An Idiot Whose Mind Has Lost Its Grip?’ ‘not In The Least,’ I Answered In Astonishment. ‘ah, That’s Lucky,’ He Said, And Not Another Word Would He Utter That Night.

We Must Look For Consistency. Where There Is A Want Of It We Must Suspect Deception.

Let Us Hear The Suspicions. I Will Look After The Proofs.

A Trusty Comrade Is Always Of Use; And A Chronicler Still More So.

"i Can See Nothing," Said I, Handing It Back To My Friend. "on The Contrary, Watson, You Can See Everything. You Fail, However, To Reason From What You See. You Are Too Timid In Drawing Your Inferences."