Arthur Conan Doyle 
The Adventure of the Dying Detective 

He’s dying, Dr. Watson, said she. ‚For three days he has been sinking, and I doubt if he will last the day. He would not let me get a doctor. This morning when I saw his bones sticking out of his face and his great bright eyes looking at me I could stand no more of it. ‚With your leave or without it, Mr. Holmes, I am going for a doctor this very hour, ‚ said I. ‚Let it be Watson, then, ‚ said he. I wouldn’t waste an hour in coming to him, sir, or you may not see him alive.‘