“I collpased into one of the library chairs.  My heart was beathing too fast.  I couldn’t seem to catch my breath.  My head was pounding; my eyes seemed to have suddenly grown too large for their sockets.  I could not take them from the shadows of the coffee-table legs upon the rug. ‘I am most… definately not… all right.’

At that moment Lestrade appeared in the study doorway.  ‘If you’ve looked your fill, H—’ He broke off.  ‘What the devil’s the matter with Watson?’

‘I believe,’ said Holmes in a calm, measured voice, ‘That Watson has solved the case.  Have you, Watson?'”
The Doctor’s Case, Stephen King

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