Mr Holmes! You should ha' given me that cross-hit of yours under the jaw, I'd ha' known you. You're one that has wasted gifts! Had to be certain of your friends before I let them in.
From the great black house there sounded through the silent night the saddest and most pitiful of sounds - the shrill, broken whimpering of a frightened woman.
It is Mrs Bernstone. Wait here.
These are the traces of the treasure-seekers
It looks as though all the moles in England had been let loose in it.
The passage at the end of the third flight of stairs...
The Sign of the Four
A clue...
The police are called...
The Sign of the Four
The treasure is gone! and I shall be suspected of having had a hand in it.