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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Boscombe Valley Mystery
Capítulo 4, Página 17
"Well,
nonsense
is
better
than
confusion,"
said
Holmes,
laughing.
"But
I
think
this
is
Hatherley
Farm
on
the
left."
"Yes,
that
is
it."
The
building
was
big
and
looked
comfortable.
It
had
two
floors
and
a
slate
roof.
Yellow
spots
grew
on
the
grey
walls.
But
the
closed
blinds
and
no
smoke
from
the
chimneys
made
it
look
sad.
We
knocked
on
the
door,
and
the
maid
showed
us
the
boots
her
master
wore
when
he
died.
She
also
showed
us
a
pair
of
the
son's
boots,
but
not
the
ones
he
wore
then.
Holmes
measured
the
boots
carefully.
Then
he
asked
to
go
to
the
courtyard.
We
all
followed
the
path
to
Boscombe
Pool.
Sherlock
Holmes
changed
when
he
was
on
a
case
like
this.
People
who
knew
him
as
a
quiet
thinker
would
not
recognize
him.
His
face
turned
red
and
serious.
His
eyes
shone
under
his
dark
eyebrows.
He
bent
his
head
down,
his
shoulders
leaned
forward,
and
his
lips
were
tight.
His
neck
muscles
stood
out.
Holmes
focused
so
much
that
he
did
not
hear
questions
or
comments.
He
moved
quickly
and
quietly
along
the
path
through
the
meadows
and
woods
to
Boscombe
Pool.
The
ground
was
wet
and
marshy,
with
many
footprints
on
the
path
and
grass.
Holmes
sometimes
hurried,
sometimes
stopped,
and
once
walked
into
the
meadow.
Lestrade
and
I
followed
him.
Lestrade
looked
bored,
but
I
watched
Holmes
closely,
knowing
he
had
a
purpose
for
everything
he
did.
The
Boscombe
Pool
is
a
small
lake,
about
fifty
yards
wide.
It
is
between
Hatherley
Farm
and
Mr.
Turner's
park.
We
could
see
the
red
peaks
of
Mr.
Turner's
big
house
above
the
woods.
On
the
Hatherley
side,
the
woods
were
thick.
There
was
a
narrow
strip
of
wet
grass
between
the
trees
and
the
reeds
by
the
lake.
Lestrade
showed
us
where
the
body
was
found.
The
ground
was
so
wet
that
I
could
see
where
the
man
had
fallen.
Holmes
looked
very
interested.
He
saw
many
things
on
the
trampled
grass.
He
moved
around,
like
a
dog
finding
a
scent,
and
then
turned
to
my
companion.
"Why
did
you
go
into
the
pool?"
he
asked.
"I
used
a
rake
to
look
for
a
weapon
or
clue.
But
how
did
you
know—"
"Oh,
never
mind!
I
have
no
time!
Your
left
foot
with
its
twist
is
everywhere.
Even
a
mole
could
see
it,
and
then
it
disappears
in
the
reeds.
It
would
have
been
easy
if
I
had
come
before
everyone
walked
over
it.
Here
is
where
the
lodge-keeper
and
others
came,
covering
all
tracks
around
the
body.
But
here
are
three
tracks
of
the
same
feet."
Holmes
took
out
a
lens
and
lay
on
his
waterproof
coat
to
see
better,
talking
mostly
to
himself.
"These
are
young
McCarthy's
feet.
He
walked
twice
and
ran
once,
so
the
soles
are
deep
and
the
heels
are
light.
That
matches
his
story.
He
ran
when
he
saw
his
father
on
the
ground.
Here
are
the
father's
feet,
pacing
up
and
down.
What
is
this?
The
gun's
butt-end
as
the
son
listened.
And
this?
Ha,
ha!
Tiptoes!
Square,
unusual
boots!
They
come,
go,
come
again—for
the
cloak.
Where
did
they
come
from?"
Holmes
ran
up
and
down,
losing
and
finding
the
track
until
we
were
at
the
woods'
edge
under
a
big
beech
tree.
Holmes
traced
his
way
to
the
other
side
and
lay
down
with
a
happy
cry.
He
stayed
there
a
long
time,
turning
leaves
and
sticks,
gathering
dust
into
an
envelope,
and
looking
with
his
lens
at
the
ground
and
tree
bark.
A
jagged
stone
was
in
the
moss,
and
he
examined
and
kept
it.
Then
he
followed
a
path
through
the
wood
to
the
road,
where
the
tracks
were
lost.
"This
case
is
very
interesting,"
Holmes
said,
back
to
his
usual
self.
"I
think
that
grey
house
on
the
right
is
the
lodge.
I
will
talk
to
Moran
and
maybe
write
a
note.
Then
we
can
drive
back
for
lunch.
You
go
to
the
cab,
and
I
will
join
you
soon."
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