Now, Watson, said Holmes, as a tall dog-cart dashed up through the gloom, throwing out two golden tunnels of yellow light from its side lanterns. You'll come with me, won't you? If I can be of use. Oh, a trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so. My room at The Cedars is a double-bedded one.
The Complete Sherlck Holmes (ed. 1927)