Yet none of this explains Blackwood's lack of pulse. Right. Now, the medical mystery. We must restore your reputation, Watson. There is a toxin refined from the nectar of the rhododendron ponticum. It's infamous in the region of Turkey bordering the Black Sea... for its ability to induce an apparently mortal paralysis. Enough to mislead a medical mind even as well-trained as your own. - It's known as... - What's wrong with Gladstone? Mad honey disease.
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You're not listening. I'm taking you to either the railway station or the police station.
Sherlock Holmes
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- Who is he? - The man who tried to kill you at Reordan's. His neck didn't survive the impact of Dredger landing on him.
Sherlock Holmes
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Coal. River silt. The slag on his trousers should put him squarely in... - Nine Elms. - Sorry, what?
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- In here, chaps. - Where would you like me... - to put him, sir? - Anywhere is fine.
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There is consolation in the knowledge that he could be of service to his fellow man.
Sherlock Holmes
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Elbows and arms stained with blood, but it's older than his own injuries.
Sherlock Holmes
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As you can see... we are protected.
Sherlock Holmes
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Gentlemen... don't be afraid.
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Yellow flame, green bursts.
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Yes.
Sherlock Holmes
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Didn't know you were here. Since this room is no longer yours, do you mind if I utilize it?
