But why Turkish?* a asked Mr. Sherlock Holmes, gazing fixedly at my boots. I was reclining in a cane­backed chair at the moment, and my protruded feet had attracted his everactive 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?*