"Holmes, we shall get through this," I insisted. "Consider the advantages: you have a sense of smell the best bloodhound would envy; you are even stronger and faster than before; and think what you could do to the criminal element with mesmerism. You already keep odd hours and don't eat Mrs. Hudson's cooking. Besides, it's not as if you must feed on humans."
Holmes merely snarled at my platitudes. "A lucky thing, that. I should be laughed into the shadows if I tried to bite my victims with only one fang!"
"It could be worse. You could have an underbite."
"My collection of M's is a fine one," said he. "Moriarty himself is enough to make any letter illustrious, and here is Morgan the poisoner, and Merridew of abominable memory, and Mathews, who knocked out my left canine in the waiting-room at Charing Cross, and, finally, here is our friend of to-night." - EMPTY