His Last Bow- An Epilogue of Sherlock Holmes E-Book

Arthur Conan Doyle

• Herausgeber: SAMPI Books
• Kategorie: Krimi
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 29

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

On the brink of the First World War, Sherlock Holmes emerges from retirement for one last and critical mission. Living quietly in Sussex, the great detective is called upon to face an international spy whose schemes could endanger Britain's security. Joined once again by Dr. Watson, Holmes matches wits with an enemy of extraordinary cunning. This tale serves both as a patriotic drama and a poignant farewell to the legendary detective.

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His Last Bow- An Epilogue of Sherlock Holmes

Arthur Conan Doyle

SYNOPSIS

On the brink of the First World War, Sherlock Holmes emerges from retirement for one last and critical mission. Living quietly in Sussex, the great detective is called upon to face an international spy whose schemes could endanger Britain’s security. Joined once again by Dr. Watson, Holmes matches wits with an enemy of extraordinary cunning. This tale serves both as a patriotic drama and a poignant farewell to the legendary detective.

Keywords

Espionage, Farewell, War

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His Last Bow - An Epilogue of Sherlock Holmes

It was nine o’clock at night upon the second of August—the most terrible August in the history of the world. One might have thought already that God’s curse hung heavy over a degenerate world, for there was an awesome hush and a feeling of vague expectancy in the sultry and stagnant air. The sun had long set, but one blood-red gash like an open wound lay low in the distant west. Above, the stars were shining brightly; and below, the lights of the shipping glimmered in the bay. The two famous Germans stood beside the stone parapet of the garden walk, with the long low, heavily gabled house behind them, and they looked down upon the broad sweep of the beach at the foot of the great chalk cliff on which Von Bork, like some wandering eagle, had perched himself four years before. They stood with their heads close together, talking in low, confidential tones. From below the two glowing ends of their cigars might have been the smoldering eyes of some malignant fiend looking down in the darkness.

A remarkable man this Von Bork—a man who could hardly be matched among all the devoted agents of the Kaiser. It was his talents which had first recommended him for the English mission, the most important mission of all, but since he had taken it over, those talents had become more and more manifest to the half-dozen people in the world who were really in touch with the truth. One of these was his present companion, Baron Von Herling, the chief secretary of the legation, whose huge 100-horse-power Benz car was blocking the country lane as it waited to waft its owner back to London.

“So far as I can judge the trend of events, you will probably be back in Berlin within the week,” the secretary was saying. “Whenyou get there, my dear Von Bork, I think you will be surprised at the welcome you will receive. I happen to know what is thought in the highest quarters of your work in this country.” He was a huge man, the secretary, deep, broad, and tall, with a slow, heavy fashion of speech which had been his main asset in his political career.

Von Bork laughed.

“They are not very hard to deceive,” he remarked. “A more docile, simple folk could not be imagined.”