The Case of the Nun's Disease

On glancing over my notes of the seventy odd casesshe has to wait to find out if she contracts this terrible
in which I have during the last eight years studied thedisease before any treatment is given her and by
methods of my friend Sherlock Holmes, I find manywhich time it is already too late. That is why my Aunt
tragic, some comic, a large number merely strange, butbelieves that someone like Mr Holmes, the famous
none commonplace; for, working as he did rather fordetective who solves cases of crime when all others
the love of his art than for the acquirement of wealth,have failed, may best be qualified to find the
he refused to associate himself with any investigationanswer."Turning to Holmes, the lady hesitated, but then
which did not tend towards the unusual, and even theasked, "Sir, if anybody can fathom out the answer to
fantastic. Of all these varied cases, however, I cannotthis riddle my Aunt believes that you can. Please Mr
recall any which presented more singular features thanHolmes, she requests your help in this matter, for the
"The Case of the Nun's Disease".It all began in a year,pointers that your colleague speaks, are clues like any
and even in a decade, that shall be nameless, thatthat you have used in solving crimes. Surely Mr
upon one Tuesday morning in autumn I woke to findHolmes", says she. "There is no difference between
Sherlock Holmes standing, fully dressed, by the side ofthese and those clues you have acted upon in the
my bed. He was a late riser, as a rule, and as thecrimes that you have solved".I could see that Holmes
clock on the mantelpiece showed me that it was onlywas moved by the manner and speech of Miss Miles.
a quarter-past seven, I blinked up at him in someFor a moment I could see this from the expression on
surprise, and perhaps just a little resentment, for I washis face, one that I was familiar, when he was in deep
myself regular in my habits."Very sorry to knock youthought. Then his face changed to one of an
up, Watson," said he, "but it's the common lot thisexpression of gentleness and conviction."Miss Miles" he
morning. Mrs. Hudson has been knocked up, shesays. "You are quite right in what you say. Tell your
retorted upon me, and I on you.""What is it, then -- aAunt that I will endeavour to provide an answer to her
fire?""No; a client. It seems that a young lady hasenquiry before she takes that journey that we all must
arrived in a considerable state of excitement, whotake one day. She has my deepest sympathy and
insists upon seeing me. She is waiting now in the sittingrespect".Miss Miles arose, tears in her eyes and
room. Now, when young ladies wander about thethanked Holmes for his words of encouragement. Mrs
metropolis at this hour of the morning, and knockHudson escorted her to the door and hailed a cab for
sleepy people up out of their beds, I presume that it isthe young lady and she departed.The Game is
something very pressing which they have toAfootWhen our visitor had departed Holmes stood in
communicate. Should it prove to be an interesting case,silence then sat for some time lost in the deepest
you would, I am sure, wish to follow it from the outset. Ithought. Unable to bear the suspense anymore I
thought, at any rate, that I should call you and give youcaught his attention, which only made him
the chance.""My dear fellow, I would not miss it forfrown."Holmes, what are you going to do, then?" I
anything."I had no keener pleasure than in followingasked."To smoke," he answered. "It is quite a three
Holmes in his professional investigations, and in admiringpipe problem, and I beg that you won't speak to me
the rapid deductions, as swift as intuitions, and yetfor fifty minutes."He curled himself up in his chair, with
always founded on a logical basis with which hehis thin knees drawn up to his hawk-like nose, and
unravelled the problems which were submitted to him. Ithere he sat with his eyes closed and his black clay
rapidly threw on my clothes and was ready in a fewpipe thrusting out like the bill of some strange bird. I had
minutes to accompany my friend down to the sittingcome to the conclusion that he had dropped asleep,
room. A lady dressed in black and heavily veiled, whoand indeed was nodding myself, when he suddenly
had been sitting in the window, rose as wesprang out of his chair with the gesture of a man who
entered."Good-morning, madam," said Holmes cheerily.has made up his mind and put his pipe down upon the
"My name is Sherlock Holmes. This is my intimatemantelpiece."Watson, my good fellow", says he to me.
friend and associate, Dr. Watson, before whom you"Tell me what you know about this disease.""Holmes", I
can speak as freely as before myself. Ha! I am glad toreplied. "There is really very little to tell. Breast cancer
see that Mrs. Hudson has had the good sense to lightas it is now called, first made its appearance in the
the fire. Pray draw up to it, and I shall order you a cupseventeenth century, although it is suggested that it
of hot coffee, for I observe that you are shivering.""lt ismay have occurred before then. At that time it was
not cold which makes me shiver," said the woman in aknown as the nun's disease because for reasons
low voice, changing her seat as requested."What,unknown it was particularly prevalent amongst nuns.
then?""It is fear, Mr. Holmes. It is terror." She raised herBernardino Ramazzini an Italian physician was the first
veil as she spoke, and we could see that she wasto notice this unusual trend in the convents, when he
indeed in a pitiable state of agitation, her face all drawnwas carrying out a survey of convents to look at the
and grey, with restless frightened eyes, like those ofoccupation."Holmes thinks about the case in
some hunted animal. Her features and figure weresilence"Ah!" Holmes exclaimed. "I have heard of this
those of a woman of thirty, but her hair was shot withman. He was a man after my own heart and he used
premature grey, and her expression was weary andsimilar methods as I, in identifying causes and effect
haggard.Sherlock Holmes ran her over with one of hisfor various illnesses. If I recall his book "Diseases of
quick, all-comprehensive glances."You must not fear,"Workers" outlined the health hazards of chemicals,
said he soothingly, bending forward and patting herdust, metals, and other agents encountered by
forearm. "We shall soon set matters right, I have noworkers in various occupations. He had seen that
doubt. You have come in by train this morning, Ithere was a relationship between various metals and
see.""You know me, then?""No, but I observe thethe symptoms of metallic poisoning that developed in
second half of a return ticket in the palm of your leftthe artisans who worked with them, and he
glove. You must have started early, and yet you had arecognised that paints were a factor in the poisoning
good drive in a dog-cart, along heavy roads, beforeof painters. He also made studies of diseases in other
you reached the station."The lady gave a violent startoccupations including lung diseases of miners, eye
and stared in bewilderment at my companion."There isconditions of printers, and yes, I remember now,
no mystery, my dear madam," said he, smiling. "The left"breast cancer in nuns." Watson, what conclusions did
arm of your jacket is spattered with mud in no lesshe reach with respects to our present case?"Well, my
than seven places. The marks are perfectly fresh.friend", says I. "It was a puzzle to be sure. The only
There is no vehicle save a dog-cart which throws upthing he could think of was that perhaps there was
mud in that way, and then only when you sit on thesome relationship between their celibacy and
left-hand side of the driver.""Whatever your reasonschildlessness. ""No Watson!" says he. "There must be
may be, you are perfectly correct," said she. "Mymore that this for even now many women remain
aunt's faith in your deductive powers is well founded Ichildless and do not suffer from the disease. What
can see," says she. "I am here on a matter of life andelse do you know?"There is strong evidence that
death. Alas!" said she, "the very horror of the situationbreast feeding offers some kind of prevention to
lies in the fact that my fears are so vague, and mywomen getting the disease." I said. Medical studies
suspicions depend so entirely upon small points, whichhave shown this to be true, and nuns of course did not
might seem trivial to another, that even those to whombreast feed, so this must be of some
of all others I have a right to look for help and advicerelevance."Sherlock Holmes clapped his hands softly
looks upon all that I tell as the fancies of a nervoustogether and chuckled. "Pon my word, Watson, you
woman. But I have heard Mr. Holmes that you can seeare coming along wonderfully. You have really done
deeply into the manifold wickedness of the humanvery well indeed. It is true that you have missed
heart. You may advise me how to walk amid theeverything of importance, but you have hit upon the
dangers which encompass those who share themethod" Never trust to general impressions, my boy,
horrors of which I am about to speak.""I am allbut concentrate yourself upon details.I could not help
attention, madam." says he."My name is Sarah Miles,but smile at his outburst and as I did so other "details"
and I am here on behalf of my aunt. She is dying Mrentered my head. "Holmes", I said in excitement.
Holmes. She is dying of a dreadful illness that has"Women in those days wore tight fitting clothing as
plagued those of her vocation. She has sent me tothey do now, that squeezed their breasts to their
you for even though she lies bedridden in terrible pain,chest, in order to boost, dare I say, cleavage. Further
knowing that her time is short. But even in this state,many of the upper classes applied makeup to their
her mind is clear and she has heard of you and knowsbosom, faces and arms, a substance called ceruse or
in her heart that if anybody could solve the riddle ofwhite Lead and used other preparations to enhance
her illness, you can. But knowing that she has but atheir beauty that was of dubious toxicity. In fact some
few days to live, perhaps a week or two at the most,of these women also got the nun's disease too while it
it is the reason why I have hastened here at such anremained exceeding rare among the lower classes.
early hour. She wants to know if you can help beforeHolmes, I think we are onto something", I
she dies and the reason for my haste""Prey tell meexclaimed.Holmes smiled at me as one would of to a
what vocation is that", said he, his eyes now aflamechild who has discovered something new and exciting.
with interest.I am sure I detected a tear in the corner"My dear Watson", he said. "Are you not forgetting
of his eye, as I glanced over to him."She is a nun Mrsomething? Nuns wore habits, long flowing garments,
Holmes", says she. "and has returned home with me toand did not dub themselves with makeup. I fear that
die" But she is not alone in her agony for many in herour line of enquiry is leading along a path that has no
convent had died of the same disease, and others."Ahsignificance.Now it was my turn to smile. "Holmes my
yes, says he. "You mean that she has the nun'sdear friend". I said. "When it comes to women, your
disease, which nowadays is called breast cancer? Iknowledge is truly lacking in this area, but as a doctor I
have heard much about this terrible disease" -Holmesam often in situations where my services require
consoles Miss Miles as she relates the condition of hertreatment of feminine ailments, and nuns are no
Aunt to him.exception."Holmes looked at me in surprise and
Holmes glanced in my direction. I had expected him tomotioned me to carry on."Well", I said. "While it is true
be impatient upon this narrative because of thethat nuns wear long flowing robes as you say,
untypical nature of the case, one that my profession isbeneath them they wore a stay or similar garment
more likely to be involved in than he, but, on thethat flattened their breasts close to their chests, and
contrary he had listened with the greatestthey wear it all the time. I can tell you it is quite a job to
concentration of attention."Yes Mr Holmes, she hasremove the garment when one wants to examine the
that terrible disease, that spreads fear and tribulationchest area of a nun with a stethoscope." I explained
among all women, but especially nuns, who forthat it was something to do with the church's
reasons yet unexplained, are susceptible to its horrors.understanding of chastity, and the need not to be a
My aunt knows that there is nothing that anyone canfocal point of attention and a lure to men. However the
do for her, but she believes that if anyone can find outexact details escapes me as it is an internal doctrinal
why those of her calling get the disease, it would bematter of the church, and you know me and my
you sir.She turned in my direction and asked, "Drthoughts about religion.," says I.The face of Holmes lit
Watson, are you a doctor of the medicalup no sooner had my explanation passed his ears. For
profession.""Yes, I replied", knowing what she wasa moment he was silent, deep in thought then he said,
about to say."Why is it Dr Watson that those who are"Ah! My dear Watson, there we come into those
supposed to find out cures and remedies for sicknessrealms of conjecture, where the most logical mind may
and disease have failed so badly when it come to thisbe at fault. Each may form his own hypothesis upon
disease", says she. "Instead all that seems to be donethe present evidence, and yours is as likely to be
is to offer treatment when someone has the disease,correct as mine is. What else have you to tell
which often results in painful mastectomy which rarelyme?""Thank you Watson", Holmes replied, "I was
resolves the problem.""Madam", says I. "We of myaware of this. Prey tell me what has breast feeding
profession do not know why nun's are more prone toand a woman having her breasts squeezed to her
get the disease than other women". All we have are achest by tight fitting clothing have do with this
few pointers, but not enough to ascertain the reasonscase?"..........So we sat, in silence, lost in our thoughts.
why. So all we can do is tackle the disease when itThen all of a sudden he exclaimed, "My dear fellow."
arises, hopefully when it is caught in its early stages,says he, as we sat on either side of the fire in his
because if we do, we can usually provide treatmentlodgings at Baker Street, "life is infinitely stranger than
that will either cure the person or at least extend theanything which the mind of man could invent. We
life of the patient.""Yes Dr Watson", says she. "Whatwould not dare to conceive the things which are really
you say is true but this is no comfort for a women ifmere commonplaces of existence.