Sherlock Holmes - Character Illustrations

Sherlock Holmes rubbed his hands with delight, and I stared with astonishment at our client.
Then Sherlock Holmes cocked his eye at me, leaning back on the cushions with a pleased and yet critical face, like a connoisseur who has just taken his first sip of a comet vintage.

“Rather fine, Watson, is it not?” said he. “There are points in it which please me.”

He began biting his nails and staring blankly out of the window, and we hardly drew another word from him until we were in New Street.

Holmes stood by the table, with his hands deep in his trousers’ pockets and his chin upon his breast.

“I suppose we ought to call the police in now,” said he. “And yet I confess that I’d like to give them a complete case when they come.”

“The paper! Of course!” yelled Holmes in a paroxysm of excitement. “Idiot that I was! I thought so much of our visit that the paper never entered my head for an instant.”