A Scandal in Bohemia: Chapter 1, part 5

ɪts sɪmˈplɪsəti ɪtˈself ˈsed ˈhiː | maɪ ˈaɪz ˈtel mi | ðət ɒn ði ˈɪnsaɪd əv jɔː ˈlef ˈʃuː | ˈʤʌs weə ðə ˈfaɪəlaɪt ˈstraɪks ɪt | ðə ˈleðəz ˈskɔːd | baɪ ˈsɪks ˈɔːməʊs ˈpærəlel ˈkʌts || ˈɒbviəsli | ðeɪv biːŋ ˈkɔːz baɪ ˈsʌmwʌn | huz ˈveri ˈkeələsli | ˈskreɪpt ˈraʊn ði ˈeʤɪz ə ðə ˈsəʊl | ɪn ˈɔːdə tə rɪˈmuːv ˈkrʌstɪb ˈmʌd frəm ɪt || ˈhens | ju ˈsiː | maɪ ˈdʌbl̩ dɪˈdʌkʃn̩ | ðəʧub biːn ˈaʊt ɪn ˈvaɪl ˈweðər | ən ðəʧu hæd ə pəˈtɪkjələli məˈlɪɡnənt | ˈbuːt ˈslɪtɪŋ ˈspesəmɪn | əv ðə ˈlʌndən ˈsleɪvi || ˈæz tə jɔː ˈpræktɪs | ɪf ə ˈʤentl̩mən ˈwɔːks ɪntə maɪ ˈruːmz | ˈsmelɪŋ əv aɪˈɒdəfɔːm | wɪð ə ˈblæk ˈmɑːk əv ˈnaɪtreɪt əv ˈsɪlvər | əˈpɒn ɪz ˈraɪt ˈfɔːfɪŋɡər | ən ə ˈbʌlʤ ɒn ðə ˈraɪt ˈsaɪd əv ɪz ˈtɒp ˈhæt | tə ˈʃəʊ weər iz sɪˈkriːtɪd ɪz ˈsteθəskəʊp | aɪ məs bi ˈdʌl ɪnˈdiːd | ɪf aɪ ˈdəʊmp prəˈnaʊns ɪm | tə bi ən ˈæktɪv ˈmembər | əv ðə ˈmedɪkl̩ prəˈfeʃn̩

“It is simplicity itself,” said he; “my eyes tell me that on the inside of your left shoe, just where the firelight strikes it, the leather is scored by six almost parallel cuts. Obviously they have been caused by someone who has very carelessly scraped round the edges of the sole in order to remove crusted mud from it. Hence, you see, my double deduction that you had been out in vile weather, and that you had a particularly malignant boot-slitting specimen of the London slavey. As to your practice, if a gentleman walks into my rooms smelling of iodoform, with a black mark of nitrate of silver upon his right forefinger, and a bulge on the right side of his top-hat to show where he has secreted his stethoscope, I must be dull, indeed, if I do not pronounce him to be an active member of the medical profession.”