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His Last Bow: Some Reminiscences of Sherlock Holmes is a collection of previously published Sherlock Holmes stories by Arthur Conan Doyle, including the titular short story, "His Last Bow. The War Service of Sherlock Holmes".
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He spends his days beekeeping in the countryside and writing his definitive work on investigation. The details of his later life and death are not known but he lives on to this day through the records of his thrilling cases, and will always be remembered and regarded as the "World's Only Consulting Detective". In reference to the impending War, Holmes says, "There's an east wind coming, Watson.

It is very warm.

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You are the one fixed point in a changing age. There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet.

It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared. Sign In Don't have an account? Start a Wiki. For the collection of short stories, see His Last Bow short stories Plot The narrative opens as two German agents - von Bork and von Herling - stand talking outside an English country house.

Holmes, in retirement, is asked by some railway companies to investigate two terrible derailments. It transpires the crashes and later bombings were assassination attempts by a bomber acting under instructions from Von Bork. It takes Holmes years to get close to Von Bork, to capture him, then interrogate him to get closer to the bomber.

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Asquith approaching Holmes to request he come out of retirement to investigate a man named Von Bork. I'm not staying in this gol-darned country all on my lonesome. In a week or less, from what I see, John Bull will be on his hind legs and fair ramping. I'd rather watch him from over the water.

It cuts no ice with a British copper to tell him you're an American citizen.

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By the way, mister, talking of Jack James, it seems to me you don't do much to cover your men. It's up to you to see that they don't fall down. But they do fall down, and when did you ever pick them up? There's James——". It's enough to make a man bughouse when he has to play a part from morning to night with a hundred guys all ready to set the coppers wise to him.

But now there is Steiner——". They raided his store last night, and he and his papers are all in Portsmouth jail. You'll go off and he, poor devil, will have to stand the racket, and lucky if he gets off with his life. That's why I want to get over the water as soon as you do. My landlady down Fratton way had some inquiries, and when I heard of it I guessed it was time for me to hustle.

But what I want to know, mister, is how the coppers know these things? Steiner is the fifth man you've lost since I signed on with you, and I know the name of the sixth if I don't get a move on. How do you explain it, and ain't you ashamed to see your men go down like this? But I'll tell you straight what is in my mind. I've heard that with you German politicians when an agent has done his work you are not sorry to see him put away. Anyhow I am taking no more chances. It's me for little Holland, and the sooner the better.

By all means go to Holland, and you can get a boat from Rotterdam to New York. No other line will be safe a week from now. I'll take that book and pack it with the rest. The reward. The pounds. The gunner turned damned nasty at the last, and I had to square him with an extra hundred dollars or it would have been nitsky for you and me. It's cost me two hundred pound from first to last, so it isn't likely I'd give it up without gettin' my wad. Von Bork smiled with some bitterness. Have your way. Altamont," said he, "I don't see why I should trust you any more than you trust me.

Do you understand? I claim the right to examine that parcel before you pick the money up. The American passed it over without a word. Von Bork undid a winding of string and two wrappers of paper. Then he sat gazing for a moment in silent amazement at a small blue book which lay before him. Across the cover was printed in golden letters Practical Handbook of Bee Culture. Only for one instant did the master spy glare at this strangely irrelevant inscription. The next he was gripped at the back of his neck by a grasp of iron, and a chloroformed sponge was held in front of his writhing face.

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The thickset chauffeur, who had seated himself by the table pushed forward his glass with some eagerness. Our friend upon the sofa has assured me that it is from Franz Josef's special cellar at the Schoenbrunn Palace.

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Might I trouble you to open the window for chloroform vapour does not help the palate. The safe was ajar, and Holmes standing in front of it was removing dossier after dossier, swiftly examining each, and then packing it neatly in Von Bork's valise. The German lay upon the sofa sleeping stertorously with a strap round his upper arms and another round his legs.

We are safe from interruption. Would you mind touching the bell? There is no one in the house except old Martha, who has played her part to admiration. I got her the situation here when first I took the matter up. Ah, Martha, you will be glad to hear that all is well. The pleasant old lady had appeared in the doorway. She curtseyed with a smile to Mr. Holmes, but glanced with some apprehension at the figure upon the sofa.

According to his lights he has been a kind master. He wanted me to go with his wife to Germany yesterday, but that would hardly have suited your plans, would it, sir? So long as you were here I was easy in my mind.

We waited some time for your signal to-night. Well, it only meant that we waited half an hour or so until I saw your lamp go out and knew that the coast was clear. You can report to me to-morrow in London, Martha, at Claridge's Hotel.

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I will look into them to-morrow. These papers," he continued as the old lady vanished, "are not of very great importance, for, of course, the information which they represent has been sent off long ago to the German government. These are the originals which could not safely be got out of the country. They will at least show our people what is known and what is not.

I may say that a good many of these papers have come through me, and I need not add are thoroughly untrustworthy. It would brighten my declining years to see a German cruiser navigating the Solent according to the mine-field plans which I have furnished. But you, Watson"—he stopped his work and took his old friend by the shoulders—"I've hardly seen you in the light yet.

How have the years used you? You look the same blithe boy as ever. I have seldom felt so happy as when I got your wire asking me to meet you at Harwich with the car. But you, Holmes—you have changed very little—save for that horrible goatee. With my hair cut and a few other superficial changes I shall no doubt reappear at Claridge's tomorrow as I was before this American stunt—I beg your pardon, Watson, my well of English seems to be permanently defiled—before this American job came my way.

We heard of you as living the life of a hermit among your bees and your books in a small farm upon the South Downs. Here is the fruit of my leisured ease, the magnum opus of my latter years!