"Especially mine."
"Especially yours. Remember, Wilson, it was at the very moment when you were at the chemist's, suffering like a hero, that I discovered the clue that guided me through the darkness."
"What a piece of luck!"
The doors were being locked.
"Take your seats, please. Hurry up, gentlemen!"
The porter climbed into an empty compartment and placed the bags in the rack, while Shears hoisted the unfortunate Wilson in:
"What are you doing, Wilson? Hurry up, old chap!... Pull yourself together, do!"
"It's not for want of pulling myself together."
"What then?"
"I can only use one hand."