THE RETURN OF THE PHARAOH

Sherlock Holmes goes to Egypt.

Or, more accurately, Dr. Watson goes to Egypt in 1911 in hopes that the desert air will chase away his wife Juliet’s tuberculosis, and the Col. Arbuthnot he bumps into turns out to be Holmes in disguise. The Great Detective’s client is Brazilian-born Lizabetta del Maurepas, Duchess of Uxbridge, whose husband, impoverished Duke Michael Uxbridge, an Egyptologist, has vanished after purloining a map purporting to show the location of a never-opened pharaonic tomb from Ohlsson, a Swede who’s been murdered. The duke is supposed to be staying in Suite 718 of Shepheard’s Hotel, but there is no such suite—the first of many mysteries Holmes is called upon to solve in the company of his old friend, who promptly leaves his wife in her sanitarium and follows his leader. Instead of finding the duke, the pair find a trail of corpses (three Egyptologists and a waiter, with more to come) of much more recent vintage than Tuthmose V, the pharaoh who so bedazzled the duke. Holmes learns that his quarry has been traveling in the company of Fatima Gassim, an exotic dancer who’s almost certainly a spy. A titanic battle between the fearsome khamsin and the Star of Egypt will leave more people dead. Holmes and Watson will narrowly avoid being entombed alive. In fact, Meyer keeps the pot boiling so furiously that the climactic revelation of the murderer will catch some readers sheepishly admitting that they’d forgotten there was a mystery to be solved.

A rousing adventure that has little in common with the Holmes canon except for some proper names.