My friend's wiry arms were around me and he was leading me to the chair."You're not hurt, Watson? For God's sake say that you're not hurt!"It was worth a wound -it was worth many wounds- to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay beyond that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain.
Arthur Conan DoyleAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: british
- Born: May 22, 1859
- Died: July 7, 1930