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The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 1 The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax 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 Latimers, 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 dont 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 splashes, a