A Scandal in Bohemia, Chapter 2, part 12

ˈsləʊli ən ˈsɒləmli | hi wəz ˈbɔːn ɪntə ˈbraɪəni ˈlɒʤ | ən ˈleɪd ˈaʊt | ɪn ðə ˈprɪnsəpl̩ ˈruːm | waɪl ˈaɪ ˈstɪl əbˈzɜːvd ðə prəˈsiːdɪŋz | frəm maɪ ˈpəʊs baɪ ðə ˈwɪndəʊ || ðə ˈlæmps əb biːn ˈlɪt | bət ðə ˈblaɪnz əd ˈnɒp biːn ˈdrɔːn | səʊ ðət aɪ kəd ˈsiː ˈhəʊmz | əz i ˈleɪ əˈpɒn ðə ˈkaʊʧ || aɪ ˈdəʊnt ˈnəʊ | ˈweðər i wəz ˈsiːz wɪð kəmˈpʌŋʃn̩ ət ˈðæp ˈməʊmənt | fə ðə ˈpɑːt i wəz ˈpleɪɪŋ | bət aɪ ˈnəʊ ðət aɪ ˈnevə ˈfelt ˈmɔː ˈhɑːtəli əˈʃeɪmd ə məˈself | ɪm maɪ ˈlaɪf | ðən ˈwen aɪ ˈsɔː ðə ˈbjuːtəfl̩ ˈwʊmən | əˈɡenst ˈhuːm aɪ wəz kənˈspaɪərɪŋ | ɔː ðə ˈɡreɪs əŋ ˈkaɪnlɪnəs | wɪð ˈwɪʧ ʃi ˈweɪtɪd əˈpɒn ði ˈɪnʤəb ˈmæn || ən ˈjet ɪt əb ˈbiː ðə ˈdɑːkɪs ˈtreʧəri tə ˈhəʊmz | tə ˈdrɔː ˈbæk ˈnaʊ | frəm ðə ˈpɑːt wɪʧ id ɪnˈtrʌstɪd tə mi || aɪ ˈhɑːdn̩ maɪ ˈhɑːt | ən ˈtʊk ðə ˈsməʊk ˈrɒkɪt | frəm maɪ ˈʌlstə || ˈɑːftər ˈɔːl aɪ ˈθɔːt | wɪə ˈnɒt ˈɪnʤərɪŋ hɜː || wɪə bət prɪˈventɪŋ ə frəm ˈɪnʤərɪŋ əˈnʌðə

ˈhəʊmz əd ˈsæt ˈʌp əˈpɒn ðə ˈkaʊʧ  | ən aɪ ˈsɔːr ɪm ˈməʊʃn̩ | laɪk ə ˈmæn huz ɪn ˈniːd əv ˈeə || ə ˈmeɪd ˈrʌʃt əˈkrɒs | ən ˈθruː ˈəʊpən ðə ˈwɪndəʊ || ət ðə ˈseɪm ˈɪnstənt | aɪ ˈsɔːr ɪm ˈreɪz ɪz ˈhænd | ən ˈæt ðə ˈsɪɡnl̩ | aɪ ˈtɒs maɪ ˈrɒkɪt ɪntə ðə ˈruːm | wɪð ə ˈkraɪ əv ˈfaɪə || ðə ˈwɜːd wəz ˈnəʊ ˈsuːnər ˈaʊt ə maɪ ˈmaʊθ | ðən ðə ˈhəʊl ˈkraʊd əv spekˈteɪtəz | ˈwel ˈdrest ən ˈɪl | ˈʤentl̩mən | ˈɒsləz | ən ˈsɜːvm̩p ˈmeɪdz | ˈʤɔɪnd ɪn ə ˈʤenrəl ˈʃriːk əv ˈfaɪə || ˈθɪk ˈklaʊdz ə ˈsməʊk | ˈkɜːld ˈθruː ðə ˈruːm | ən ˈaʊt ət ði ˈəʊpən ˈwɪndəʊ || aɪ ˈkɔːt ə ˈɡlɪmps əv ˈrʌʃɪŋ ˈfɪɡəz | ən ə ˈməʊmənt ˈleɪtə | ðə ˈvɔɪs əv ˈhəʊmz frəm wɪˈðɪn | əˈʃɔːrɪŋ ðəm ðət ɪt wəz ˈfɔːls əˈlɑːm || ˈslɪpɪŋ θruː ðə ˈʃaʊtɪŋ ˈkraʊd | aɪ ˈmeɪb maɪ ˈweɪ | tə ðə ˈkɔːnər ə ðə ˈstriːt | ən ɪn ˈten ˈmɪnɪts | wəz rəˈʤɔɪs tə ˈfaɪm maɪ ˈfrenz ˈɑːm ɪm ˈmaɪn | ən tə ˈɡet əˈweɪ | frəm ðə ˈsiːn əv ˈʌprɔː || hi ˈwɔːkt ˈswɪfli ən ɪn ˈsaɪləns | fə ˈsʌm ˈfjuː ˈmɪnɪts | ənˈtɪl wid ˈtɜːn ˈdaʊn ˈwʌn ə ðə ˈkwaɪət ˈstriːts | wɪʧ ˈliːd təˈwɔːd ði ˈeʤweə ˈrəʊd

Slowly and solemnly he was borne into Briony Lodge and laid out in the principal room, while I still observed the proceedings from my post by the window. The lamps had been lit, but the blinds had not been drawn, so that I could see Holmes as he lay upon the couch. I do not know whether he was seized with compunction at that moment for the part he was playing, but I know that I never felt more heartily ashamed of myself in my life than when I saw the beautiful creature against whom I was conspiring, or the grace and kindliness with which she waited upon the injured man. And yet it would be the blackest treachery to Holmes to draw back now from the part which he had intrusted to me. I hardened my heart, and took the smoke-rocket from under my ulster. After all, I thought, we are not injuring her. We are but preventing her from injuring another.

Holmes had sat up upon the couch, and I saw him motion like a man who is in need of air. A maid rushed across and threw open the window. At the same instant I saw him raise his hand and at the signal I tossed my rocket into the room with a cry of “Fire!” The word was no sooner out of my mouth than the whole crowd of spectators, well dressed and ill—gentlemen, ostlers, and servant-maids—joined in a general shriek of “Fire!” Thick clouds of smoke curled through the room and out at the open window. I caught a glimpse of rushing figures, and a moment later the voice of Holmes from within assuring them that it was a false alarm. Slipping through the shouting crowd I made my way to the corner of the street, and in ten minutes was rejoiced to find my friend's arm in mine, and to get away from the scene of uproar. He walked swiftly and in silence for some few minutes until we had turned down one of the quiet streets which lead towards the Edgeware Road.