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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Boscombe Valley Mystery
Capítulo 4, Página 26
"That
is
good,"
said
the
old
man.
"I
may
not
live
to
the
trial.
It
matters
little
to
me,
but
I
want
to
spare
Alice
the
shock.
I
will
tell
you
everything.
It
is
a
long
story,
but
I
will
make
it
quick."
"You
did
not
know
McCarthy.
He
was
a
bad
man.
God
keep
you
away
from
such
people.
He
had
power
over
me
for
twenty
years.
He
ruined
my
life.
I
will
tell
you
how
he
had
power
over
me."
"It
was
in
the
early
60s
at
the
mines.
I
was
young
and
wild.
I
had
bad
friends.
I
drank
too
much.
I
had
no
luck.
I
went
into
the
bush.
I
became
a
robber.
There
were
six
of
us.
We
had
a
wild
life.
We
robbed
stations
and
wagons.
I
was
called
Black
Jack
of
Ballarat.
People
still
remember
us
as
the
Ballarat
Gang."
"One
day,
a
gold
convoy
came
from
Ballarat
to
Melbourne.
We
waited
and
attacked
it.
There
were
six
troopers
and
six
of
us.
It
was
close,
but
we
shot
four
of
them
first.
Three
of
our
men
died
before
we
got
the
gold.
I
put
my
gun
to
the
head
of
the
wagon
driver.
He
was
McCarthy.
I
did
not
shoot
him,
but
I
saw
his
eyes
on
my
face.
We
got
the
gold
and
became
rich.
We
went
to
England
and
no
one
knew.
I
left
my
friends
and
wanted
a
good
life.
I
bought
this
land
and
wanted
to
do
good
with
my
money.
I
married,
but
my
wife
died
young.
She
left
me
my
daughter,
Alice.
Even
as
a
baby,
she
helped
me
be
good.
I
changed
my
life.
All
was
good
until
McCarthy
found
me."
"I
went
to
town
for
business.
I
saw
him
on
Regent
Street.
He
had
no
coat
or
shoes."
"'Hello,
Jack,'
he
said,
touching
my
arm.
'We
are
like
family
now.
Me
and
my
son
need
you.
If
you
don't
help,
remember,
England
is
a
law
country.
There
is
always
a
policeman.'"
"They
came
to
my
land.
They
lived
for
free
on
my
best
land.
I
had
no
peace.
I
saw
his
face
everywhere.
It
got
worse
as
Alice
grew
up.
He
knew
I
feared
her
knowing
my
past
more
than
the
police.
He
asked
for
many
things,
and
I
gave
them
all:
land,
money,
houses.
Then
he
asked
for
Alice."
"His
son
grew
up,
and
so
did
my
girl.
I
was
not
well.
He
wanted
his
son
to
have
everything.
But
I
said
no.
I
did
not
hate
the
boy,
but
his
blood
was
bad.
I
stood
firm.
McCarthy
threatened
me.
We
met
at
the
pool
between
our
houses."
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