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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Boscombe Valley Mystery
Capítulo 4, Página 17
"Well,
dreams
are
better
than
fog,"
said
Holmes,
laughing.
"I
think
this
is
Hatherley
Farm
on
the
left."
"Yes,
that
is
it."
The
house
was
big
and
looked
comfortable.
It
had
two
floors
and
a
grey
roof.
Yellow
spots
were
on
the
walls.
The
windows
were
closed,
and
no
smoke
came
from
the
chimneys.
It
looked
sad.
We
knocked
on
the
door.
The
maid
showed
us
the
boots
of
her
master
and
his
son's
boots.
Holmes
looked
at
them
carefully.
Then,
we
went
to
the
courtyard.
We
followed
a
path
to
Boscombe
Pool.
Sherlock
Holmes
changed
when
he
was
working.
People
who
knew
him
as
a
quiet
man
would
not
know
him
now.
His
face
was
red
and
serious.
His
eyes
were
bright.
He
looked
down
and
walked
fast.
He
did
not
listen
to
us.
He
walked
quickly
on
the
path
through
the
meadows
and
woods
to
Boscombe
Pool.
The
ground
was
wet,
and
there
were
many
footprints.
Holmes
sometimes
walked
fast,
sometimes
stopped.
Once,
he
went
into
the
meadow.
Lestrade
and
I
followed
him.
Lestrade
looked
bored,
but
I
watched
Holmes
with
interest.
Boscombe
Pool
was
a
small
lake.
It
was
between
Hatherley
Farm
and
Mr.
Turner's
park.
We
saw
Mr.
Turner's
big
house.
The
woods
were
thick
near
the
pool.
Lestrade
showed
us
where
they
found
the
body.
The
ground
was
wet,
and
I
saw
marks
from
the
man's
fall.
Holmes
looked
at
the
grass
closely.
He
moved
around
like
a
dog
looking
for
a
scent.
Then
he
asked
my
friend
a
question.
"Why
did
you
go
into
the
pool?"
he
asked.
"I
used
a
rake
to
look
for
a
weapon
or
something.
But
how
did
you
know—"
"Oh,
I
have
no
time!
Your
left
foot
with
its
twist
is
everywhere.
It
disappears
in
the
reeds.
It
would
be
easy
if
I
came
before
others
walked
here.
Here
is
where
the
group
with
the
lodge-keeper
came.
They
covered
the
tracks.
But
here
are
three
tracks
of
the
same
feet."
He
took
out
a
lens
and
lay
down.
He
talked
to
himself.
"These
are
young
McCarthy's
feet.
Twice
he
walked,
once
he
ran.
The
soles
are
deep,
heels
are
light.
That
matches
his
story.
He
ran
when
he
saw
his
father.
Here
are
the
father's
feet.
What
is
this?
The
gun's
end
as
the
son
listened.
And
this?
Tiptoes!
Strange
boots!
They
come,
go,
and
come
again.
Of
course,
for
the
cloak.
Where
did
they
come
from?"
He
moved
around,
sometimes
losing,
sometimes
finding
the
track.
We
went
into
the
woods
under
a
big
tree.
Holmes
lay
down
again,
happy.
He
looked
at
leaves
and
sticks,
put
dust
in
an
envelope,
and
used
his
lens.
He
checked
the
ground
and
tree
bark.
He
found
a
stone
and
kept
it.
Then
he
followed
a
path
to
the
road.
There,
the
tracks
ended.
"This
case
is
very
interesting,"
he
said.
"That
grey
house
must
be
the
lodge.
I
will
talk
to
Moran
and
write
a
note.
Then
we
can
go
back
for
lunch.
You
can
walk
to
the
cab.
I
will
join
you
soon."
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