By: Arthur Conan Doyle

“She no ask for food. She verra ill. She need doctor.”

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

“One forms provisional theories and waits for time or fuller knowledge to explode them.”

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

“A fall in childhood and a twisted spine, Mr. Holmes. But the dearest, most loving heart within.”

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

“It was she — she beyond all question — who had drunk the poor baby’s blood.”

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

“The world is big enough for us. No ghosts need apply.”

By: Harry Houdini

Its locomotion was so inexplicable that I stared in fascination.

By: Harry Houdini

I would not look at the marching things.

By: Harry Houdini

I felt an element of terror beyond all the known terrors of earth.

By: Harry Houdini

A memory of stark hideousness which nothing else in my life can parallel.

By: Harry Houdini

I vainly tried to fight off a menace desperate and ineluctable.

By: Harry Houdini

The first step was to get free of my bonds, gag, and blindfold.

By: Harry Houdini

It was the ecstasy of nightmare and the summation of the fiendish.

By: Harry Houdini

He gathered a select and formidable band of congenial cutthroats.

By: Harry Houdini

The smile of the Sphinx vaguely displeased us.

By: Harry Houdini

There are unpleasant tales of the Sphinx.