A Scandal in Bohemia, Chapter 2, part 1

ət ˈθriː əˈklɒk prəˈsaɪsli | aɪ wəz əp ˈbeɪkə ˈstriːt | bət ˈhəʊmz əd ˈnɒt ˈjet rəˈtɜːnd || ðə ˈlænleɪdi ɪnˈfɔːm mi | ðət id ˈlef ðə ˈhaʊs | ˈʃɔːtli ˈɑːftər ˈeɪt əˈklɒk | ɪn ðə ˈmɔːnɪŋ || aɪ ˈsæt ˈdaʊm bəˈsaɪd ðə ˈfaɪə haʊˈevə | wɪð ði ɪnˈtenʃn̩ əv əˈweɪtɪŋ ɪm | haʊˈevə ˈlɒŋ i ˈmaɪp ˈbiː || aɪ wəz ɔːˈredi ˈdiːpli ˈɪntrəstɪd ɪn ɪz ɪŋˈkwaɪəri | fər ɔːˈðəʊ ɪt wəz səˈraʊndɪb | baɪ ˈnʌn ə ðə ˈɡrɪm ən ˈstreɪnʤ ˈfiːʧəz | wɪʧ wər əˈsəʊsieɪtɪd | wɪð ðə ˈtuː ˈkraɪmz aɪv ɔːˈredi rəˈkɔːdɪd || ˈstɪl ðə ˈneɪʧər ə ðə ˈkeɪs | ən ði ɪɡˈzɔːltɪd ˈsteɪʃn̩ əv ɪz ˈklaɪənt | ˈɡeɪv ɪt ə ˈkærəktər əv ɪts ˈəʊn || ɪnˈdiːd | əˈpɑːt frəm ðə ˈneɪʧər əv ði ɪnˈvestəˈɡeɪʃn̩ | wɪʧ maɪ ˈfrend hæd ɒn ˈhænd | ðə wəz ˈsʌmθɪŋ ɪn ɪz ˈmɑːstəli ˈɡrɑːsp əv ə ˈsɪʧuˈeɪʃn̩ | ən ɪz ˈkiːn ɪnˈsaɪsɪv ˈriːznɪŋ | wɪʧ ˈmeɪd ɪt ə ˈpleʒə tə mi | tə ˈstʌdi ɪz ˈsɪstəm əv ˈwɜːk | ən tə ˈfɒləʊ ðə ˈkwɪk ˈsʌtl̩ ˈmeθədz | baɪ ˈwɪʧ i ˈdɪsɪnˈtæŋɡl̩d | ðə ˈməʊst ˈɪnɪkˈstrɪkəbl̩ ˈmɪstriz || ˈsəʊ əˈkʌstəmd ˈwɒz aɪ | tu ɪz ɪnˈveəriəbl̩ səkˈses | ðət ðə ˈveri ˈpɒsəˈbɪləti | əv ɪz ˈfeɪlɪŋ | əd ˈsiːst tu ˈentər ˈɪntə maɪ ˈhed

At three o'clock precisely I was at Baker Street, but Holmes had not yet returned. The landlady informed me that he had left the house shortly after eight o'clock in the morning. I sat down beside the fire, however, with the intention of awaiting him, however long he might be. I was already deeply interested in his inquiry, for, though it was surrounded by none of the grim and strange features which were associated with the two crimes which I have already recorded, still, the nature of the case and the exalted station of his client gave it a character of its own. Indeed, apart from the nature of the investigation which my friend had on hand, there was something in his masterly grasp of a situation, and his keen, incisive reasoning, which made it a pleasure to me to study his system of work, and to follow the quick, subtle methods by which he disentangled the most inextricable mysteries. So accustomed was I to his invariable success that the very possibility of his failing had ceased to enter into my head.