The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax

By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Lady Frances Carfax has abruptly left her room at the Hôtel National in Lausanne and has not been heard of for weeks. Had she not been a woman, she would have been set to inherit a large amount of money. Nevertheless, she is known to have expensive jewellery. Watson comes to Switzerland to investigate as Holmes has to stay in London. His only is clue: a bearded man was pestering her. "The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax" is part of "His Last Bow".-

• Language: English
• Publisher: SAGA Egmont
• Release date: Sep 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9788726586268

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Arthur Conan Doyle was a British writer and physician. He is the creator of the Sherlock Holmes character, writing his debut appearance in A Study in Scarlet. Doyle wrote notable books in the fantasy and science fiction genres, as well as plays, romances, poetry, non-fiction, and historical novels.

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Arthur Conan Doyle

The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax

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The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax

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But why Turkish? asked Mr. Sherlock Holmes, gazing fixedly at my boots. I was reclining in a cane- backed chair at the moment, and my protruded feet had attracted his ever-active attention.

English, I answered in some surprise. I got them at Latimer’s, in Oxford Street.

Holmes smiled with an expression of weary patience.

The bath! he said; the bath! Why the relaxing and expensive Turkish rather than the invigorating home-made article?

"Because for the last few days I have been feeling rheumatic and old. A Turkish bath is what we call an alterative in medicine—a fresh starting-point, a cleanser of the system.

By the way, Holmes, I added, I have no doubt the connection between my boots and a Turkish bath is a perfectly self-evident one to a logical mind, and yet I should be obliged to you if you would indicate it.

The train of reasoning is not very obscure, Watson, said Holmes with a mischievous twinkle. It belongs to the same elementary class of deduction which I should illustrate if I were to ask you who shared your cab in your drive this morning.

I don’t admit that a fresh illustration is an explanation, said I with some asperity.

"Bravo, Watson! A very dignified and logical remonstrance. Let me see, what were the points? Take the last one first—the cab. You observe that you have some splashes on the left sleeve and shoulder of your coat. Had you sat in the centre of a hansom you would probably have had no