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Nevill's
Turkish Bath for Gentlemen
At
one time or another the Nevill family owned nine Turkish baths,
all of them in London. Of these, four were in reality twin
establishments, built next to each other in pairs. The larger
one was for (Gentle)men; the smaller one
for women (Ladies).
The
pair in
Northumberland Avenue were, from the bathers' point of view, quite
separate and had individual entrances, of which the women's was round
the corner in Northumberland
Passage (now Craven Passage).
There seems to have been no external indication, visible from
Northumberland Avenue, that there was a Turkish bath delightfully
decorated in Moorish style within the building. But planning
regulations were probably less restrictive in the narrow
pedestrian passageway from which access to the women's baths was
gained.
This was the last of three
new buildings for which the Nevills
commissioned designs from an architect, in this case Robert Walker,
FRIBA. The
four later
establishments were conversions of existing Turkish baths which they had bought as going
concerns, and which were then fully refurbished so as to conform with the company's
house style.
The Nevills, like
Bartholomew before them with his Turkish baths, well understood the
importance of their establishments being immediately recognizable as Nevill
establishments. Each had 'double-doors with red stained-glass
crescents and stars inset in leaded panels'.
Specially magnificent was the rich variety of highly
patterned Craven Dunnill tiles which were used extensively in their
buildings.
The building
and fittings
The
site was formerly part of the grounds of the demolished Northumberland House, and the
building, which took nearly three years to complete, was said to have
cost around £30,000.
The Nevills had their
Head Office here, and the upper three storeys were let out as offices to
other companies.
The Turkish baths occupied the whole of the first floor, ground floor,
and basement. One of the outstanding decorative features was the use of ceramic and stained-glass ornamentation. The floors
of the hot rooms were of marble mosaic and the ceilings were clad with enamelled
iron
panels. With upholstered couches, marble seats, and an elegant
fountain, the ambience of the public areas ensured that these baths were
among the most comfortable to be found, as befitted a centrally located establishment
hoping for clients from the Hotel Metropole on the opposite side of the
road and from the nearby government offices. The gentlemen's entrance was at
the rounded corner with its imposing columns. Bathers
paid their entrance fee at the cash desk just inside the
door, leaving their shoes in the boot room and their valuables in
individual lockers. They then passed into a large domed two storey high
cooling-room with a gallery at first floor level supported by columns,
gilded above, rich Pompeian red below.
At the far end of
the decorated ceiling, stained-glass panes covered the underside of an
octagonal dome. This was not merely decorative but also the means of
ventilation, a fine ornamental grille at the top
carrying off the heated air, while ducted fresh air entered through openings in each
of the window ledges.
In the late 1990s the dome was temporarily exposed
to view during building work.
The richly decorated
interior, mainly in red and gold, was designed to give the impression of a
middle eastern divan lit on three sides by stained-glass windows of a Moresque
character.
Half-height brass-decorated mahogany divisions formed alcoves in which there
were couches for resting during and after the bath. Most of the alcoves on the ground
floor had four couches, while those on the gallery were limited to two, making it
possible for over 7o bathers to use the resting area at the same time.
A wide mahogany staircase
led down from
the cooling-room to a half landing with toilet facilities.
From there, two separate narrower
flights led to the basement, in the centre of which was the tepidarium,
or warm room. Here, the floor was laid with marble mosaic, and the ceiling—formed of enamelled
iron ornamented in white, blue, and pink tints—was supported
by columns with decorated capitals .
Against the walls, which framed stained-glass windows and were
decorated with faïence panels, marble seats with backs of Indian
matting were placed.
Two
further hot
rooms opened from this apartment, in the smaller of which the highest temperature
was
maintained. Cold air was drawn in from outside the building,
filtered, and then heated in one of Constantine's Convoluted Stoves. The
hot air then passed through a large ornamental grille at the
end of the hottest room, whence it travelled through the other rooms in
turn, cooling as it went. Again, the seats were of marble and the ceiling
of
enamelled and decorated iron. Surprisingly, a smoking room led off
the second hot room. This was unusual since when Turkish baths boasted a separate
smoking room it was more usually located next to the cooling-room, or
else smoking would be permitted in part or all of the cooling-room
itself. Finally, complementing the hot rooms, there were three shampooing (massage) rooms, with cool recesses, showers, and
a 30ft plunge bath.
The
most illustrious bather Perhaps
the most famous bather to have visited Nevill's Northumberland Avenue
establishment was Sherlock
Holmes. In
his book In the steps of Sherlock Holmes, Michael Harrison
suggests that this was one of the advertisements which Holmes saw. While
this
may well have been the case, since Homes and Watson had clearly been
using these baths for some time, this particular advertisement
would no longer have been current in 1902, when the affair of The
Illustrious client took place, because H[enry] Nevill had died three
years earlier and by this time J[ames Forder] Nevill was the sole
proprietor. According to Dr Watson, Both Holmes and I had a weakness for the Turkish bath. It was
over a smoke in the pleasant lassitude of the drying-room that I have found him less reticent and more human than anywhere else.
On the upper floor of the Northumberland Avenue establishment there is an isolated corner where two couches lie side by side,
and it was on these that we lay upon September 3, 1902, the day when my narrative
begins. While
Watson was not always wholly accurate or consistent in his accounts of
Holmes's adventures, it is interesting to note that although there was,
as we have seen, a separate smoking room next to the hot rooms in the
basement, it does seem that smoking was also permitted, as one would
expect, in the cooling-room.
Blackmail
in the baths! Sherlock
Holmes was not the only fictional character to visit the Northumberland
Avenue establishment. In P G Wodehouse's Psmith
in the City, the eponymous hero, seeing his boss enter the Turkish
baths, follows him in shortly afterwards then, after obtaining the second
couch in his quarry's cubicle, shadows him from room to room until he
can bring up the matter of an earlier dismissal of one of his
colleagues.
The
Northumberland Avenue
establishment is not specifically named, but it is unambiguously located a few
yards away from the Constitutional Club (referred to by Wodehouse as the
Senior Conservative Club in Cumberland Street.) Psmith
enters the baths, And,
having paid his money, and left his boots with the boy at the threshold,
he was rewarded by the sight of [Bickersdyke] emerging from a box at the
far end of the room, clad in the mottled towels which the bather,
irrespective of his personal taste in dress, is obliged to wear in a
Turkish bath. Seeing
Bickersdyke's clothes in the cubicle, Psmith claims the second sofa.
Then,
humming lightly, he undressed, and made his way downstairs to the Hot
Rooms. He rather fancied himself in towels … He paused for a moment
before the looking-glass to examine himself, with approval, then pushed
open the door of the Hot Rooms and went in.
Mr
Bickersdyke was reclining in an easy-chair in the first room, staring
before him in the boiled-fish manner customary in a Turkish Bath. Psmith
dropped into the next seat with a cheery 'Good evening.' The manager
started as if some firm hand had driven a bradawl into him. He looked at
Psmith with what was intended to be a dignified stare. But dignity is
hard to achieve in a couple of parti-coloured towels.
Bickersdyke tries to
move away to the opposite end of the room but Psmith follows him.
'There's
something pleasantly mysterious, to my mind,' said he chattily, 'in a
Turkish Bath. It seems to take one out of the hurry and bustle of the
everyday world. It is a quiet backwater in the rushing river of Life. I
like to sit and think in a Turkish Bath. Except, of course, when I have
a congenial companion to talk to. As now. To me -'
Mr
Bickersdyke rose, and went into the next room. 'To me,' continued
Psmith, again following, and seating himself beside the manager, 'there
is, too, something eerie in these places. There is a certain sinister
air about the attendants. They glide rather than walk. They say little.
Who knows what they may be planning and plotting?
After
a while, Psmith broaches the topic of his colleague's dismissal, but
without any immediate success in obtaining a change of heart.
Mr
Bickersdyke resumed his perusal of the evening paper, and presently,
laying it down, rose and made his way to the room where muscular
attendants were in waiting to perform that blend of Jiu-Jitsu and
Catch-as-catch-can which is the most valuable and at the same time most
painful part of a Turkish Bath.
It
was not till he was resting on his sofa, swathed from head to foot in a
sheet and smoking a cigarette, that he realized that Psmith was sharing
his compartment.
He
made the unpleasant discovery just as he finished his first cigarette
and lighted his second. He was blowing out the match when Psmith,
accompanied by an attendant, appeared in the doorway, and proceeded to
occupy the next sofa to himself. All that feeling of dreamy peace, which
is the reward one receives for allowing oneself to be melted like wax
and kneaded like bread, left him instantly. He felt hot and annoyed. To
escape was out of the question. Once one has been scientifically wrapped
up by the attendant and placed on one's sofa, one is a fixture.
Even
those unfamiliar with the novel will not be surprised to discover that
Psmith, with the help of a little gentle blackmail, in due course gains
the desired reprieve. Wodehouse
was a Sherlock Holmes fan and also a member of the Constitutional Club.5
He and Conan Doyle both knew these baths well, the latter having
probably discovered Turkish baths during his early stay in Portsea.
Raffles
and Bunny
Doyle's friend and brother-in-law E W Hornung was also a patron of
the same
Turkish baths. So it was hardly surprising that E
W Hornung's character Bunny Manders, like his friend, the
amateur cracksman Raffles, also found the Turkish bath refreshing. But in the story
The Chest of silver in A Thief in the night,
he would have done
better picking up a periodical to read instead of buying the daily paper
which was so to spoil his calm.
In my dilemma I did what I have often done when at a loss for light and
leading. I took hardly any lunch, but went to Northumberland Avenue and had a
Turkish bath instead. I know nothing so cleansing to mind as well as body,
nothing better calculated to put the finest possible edge on such
judgment as one may happen to possess. Even Raffles, without an ounce to lose or a
nerve to soothe, used to own a sensuous appreciation of the peace of mind and
person to be gained in this fashion when all others failed. For me, the fun
began before the boots were off one's feet; the muffled footfalls, the thin
sound of the fountain, even the spent swathed forms upon the couches, and the
whole clean, warm, idle atmosphere, were so much unction to my simpler soul.
The half-hour in the hot-rooms I used to count but a strenuous step to a
divine lassitude of limb and accompanying exaltation of intellect. And yet—and yet—it was in the hottest room of all, in a temperature of 270º
Fahrenheit, that the bolt fell from the Pall Mall Gazette which I had bought
outside the bath. I was turning over the hot, crisp pages, and positively
revelling in my fiery furnace, when the following headlines and leaded paragraphs leapt to my eye with the force of a veritable blow: BANK ROBBERS IN THE WEST END—DARING AND MYSTERIOUS CRIME...
I determined to go through with my bath and make the most of it. Might it
not be my last for years?
But I was past enjoying even a Turkish bath. I had
not the patience for a proper shampoo, or sufficient spirit for the plunge.
I weighed myself automatically, for that was a matter near my heart; but I
forgot to give my man his sixpence until the reproachful intonation of his
adieu recalled me to myself. And my couch in the cooling gallery—my favorite couch, in my favorite corner, which I had secured with gusto on
coming in—it was a bed of thorns, with hideous visions of a plank-bed to
follow!
Brigid
Brophy wrote that
'Hornung took his brother-in-law's detective pair, Holmes and Watson, and
reincarnated them on the wrong side of the law as Raffles and Bunny, who
pursued the business of getting a living by the entirely logical method of
stealing it'.
A
search through all relevant accounts, however, suggests that the dramatic
meeting of Holmes, Watson, Raffles and Bunny in the cooling-room at
Northumberland Avenue was but another dog which barked in the night.
The original page
includes footnotes, and thumbnail pictures which can be enlarged. All the enlarged images, listed and linked below, can also be printed.
cooling-room at Northumberland Avenue
Underside
of the cooling-room dome
Ventilator
grille in the cooling-room dome
Cross-section
through Nevill's Northumberland Avenue building
Price
list for Nevill's Northumberland Avenue Turkish Baths
Building work temporarily revealed the dome in the late 1990s
Capital of original basement pillar
Advertisement
for the Charing Cross Baths
1899 advertisement
listing branches
Why you should take a Turkish bath: booklet cover
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