Praying to the Almighty, Avert?” called a voice, and Avert opened his eyes to see Rousseau and Leclerc smirking at him. Avert tipped his head and said to the others,"If I was, it would be awfully rude to interrupt my prayer, don’t you think? But, no, Leclerc. I find no solace in speaking with an imaginary puppeteer.” Rousseau, who was twenty-five and utterly dim of mind, frowned at Avert’s words. Avert rolled his eyes and sighed,"I don’t pray.

— Kelsey Brickl

The man might have died in a fit; but then the jewels are missing," mused the Inspector, "Ha! I have a theory. These flashes come upon me at times... What do you think of this, Holmes? Photo was, on his own confession, with his brother last night. The brother died in a fit, on which Photo walked off the treasure! How's that?"" On which the dead man very considerately got up and locked the door on the inside," said Holmes.

— Arthur Conan Doyle