I Think Like A Detective.

I'm Not Terribly Fond Of Soapboxes.

I’d Learned A Long Time Ago That You Can’t Prove A Negative. You Can Prove That You Did Something, But It’s The Devil To Prove You Didn’t Do Something.

You're Up To Something," I Said. He Turned, Eyes Wide, Long Fingers Pressed To His Heart. "moi?" "yeah, You.

I Wanted To Say Something Brilliant. My God, Holmes, How Did You Know The Zombie Was Hiding In The Flower Pot? But I Couldn't Lie.

Without Hope, Love Dies And Parts Of You Wither.