Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

The entire series of Sherlock Holmes stories by Arthur Conan Doyle is now available in large print, using the best practices for senior readers and those who are visually impaired. Each story includes the original Sherlock Holmes mystery as well as a note from the series editor, Craig Stephen Copland, the author of the New Sherlock Holmes Mysteries books. The Yellow face is considered to be one of the most emotionally touching and heart-warming stories in the Canon. A desperate husband comes to Holmes and reveals that his loving but now estranged wife may be the victim of blackmail, or maybe even infidelity. Holmes agrees, but the solution is anything what Sherlock Holmes had suspected. These books are great gifts for someone you care about who needs a larger size print to be able to enjoy these wonderful stories.

Sherlock Holmes in Large Print

The Yellow Face

Ilse

While not a terribly exciting story (mostly because of the descriptive writing, and large information waterfalls) it does have a nice, wholesome ending and shows that Sherlock’s deductions can be wrong every now and again.

Arthur Conan Doyle

[In publishing these short sketches based upon the numerous cases in which my companion's singular gifts have made us the listeners to, and eventually the actors in, some strange drama, it is only natural that I should dwell rather upon his successes than upon his failures. And this not so much for the sake of his reputation--for, indeed, it was when he was at his wits' end that his energy and his versatility were most admirable--but because where he failed it happened too often that no one else succeeded, and that the tale was left forever without a conclusion. Now and again, however, it chanced that even when he erred, the truth was still discovered. I have noted of some half-dozen cases of the kind; the Adventure of the Musgrave Ritual and that which I am about to recount are the two which present the strongest features of interest.] Sherlock Holmes was a man who seldom took exercise for exercise's sake. Few men were capable of greater muscular effort, and he was undoubtedly one of the finest boxers of his weight that I have ever seen; but he looked upon aimless bodily exertion as a waste of energy, and he seldom bestirred himself save when there was some professional object to be served. Then he was absolutely untiring and indefatigable. That he should have kept himself in training under such circumstances is remarkable, but his diet was usually of the sparest, and his habits were simple to the verge of austerity. Save for the occasional use of cocaine, he had no vices, and he only turned to the drug as a protest against the monotony of existence when cases were scanty and the papers uninteresting. One day in early spring he had so far relaxed as to go for a walk with me in the Park, where the first faint shoots of green were breaking out upon the elms, and the sticky spear-heads of the chestnuts were just beginning to burst into their five-fold leaves. For two hours we rambled about together, in silence for the most part, as befits two men who know each other intimately. It was nearly five before we were back in Baker Street once more. "Beg pardon, sir," said our page-boy, as he opened the door. "There's been a gentleman here asking for you, sir." Holmes glanced reproachfully at me. "So much for afternoon walks!" said he. "Has this gentleman gone, then?"

The Yellow Face Sherlock Holmes in Large Print

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