That’s enough to be going on with, don’t you think?
His career has been an extraordinary one. He is a man of good birth and excellent education, endowed by nature with a phenomenal mathematical faculty. But the man had hereditary tendencies of the most diabolical kind. A criminal strain ran in his blood, which instead of being modified, was increased and rendered infinitely more dangerous by his extraordinary mental powers.
- The Final Problem (Arthur Conan Doyle, 1893)
The world thinks Sherlock Holmes is dead, but Molly Hooper is one of the few who knows the truth.
→ Sixteen and a half months
Mycroft Holmes was a much larger and stouter man than Sherlock. His body was absolutely corpulent, but is face, though massive, had preserved something of the sharpness of expression which was so remarkable in that of his brother. His eyes, which were of a peculiarly light, watery gray, seemed to always retain that far-away, introspective look which I had only observed in Sherlock’s when he was exerting his full powers.
- The Adventure of the Greek Interpreter (Arthur Conan Doyle, 1893)
Could be a coincidence
the one that mattered the most;
a scandal in belgravia vs. the empty hearse
things that we lost