Watson, a heavy fog merely obscures the streetlamps; it does not extinguish them. Keep your bearings.
Cowering in the shadows of Baker Street won't solve the case, Watson. Step into the gaslight and face it.
Though the laboratory is cold, Watson, do not compromise the purity of your chemical reagents.
Thrashing in quicksand only accelerates your descent, Watson. Cease useless movement and seek leverage.
The telegram is delayed, Watson, but the train is still on the tracks. Patience is a logical necessity.
The pressure valve must eventually release the steam, Watson. The laws of physics demand it.
The lock is simple, Watson. Shatter the illusion of your confinement and turn the key.