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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Five Orange Pips
Capítulo 5, Página 5
The
young
man
moved
his
chair
closer
and
stretched
his
wet
feet
to
the
fire.
“My
name
is
John
Openshaw.
My
own
life
is
not
really
part
of
this
story.
It
is
a
family
matter,
so
I
must
start
from
the
beginning.”
“My
grandfather
had
two
sons—my
uncle
Elias
and
my
father
Joseph.
My
father
had
a
small
factory
in
Coventry,
which
grew
with
the
invention
of
bicycles.
He
made
the
Openshaw
tire,
and
his
business
was
successful.
He
sold
it
and
retired
with
a
good
fortune.”
“My
uncle
Elias
moved
to
America
when
he
was
young
and
became
a
planter
in
Florida.
He
did
well
there.
During
the
war,
he
fought
in
Jackson’s
army
and
then
under
Hood,
becoming
a
colonel.
After
the
war,
he
returned
to
his
plantation
but
left
a
few
years
later.
Around
1869
or
1870,
he
came
back
to
Europe
and
bought
a
small
estate
in
Sussex
near
Horsham.
He
had
made
a
lot
of
money
in
America,
but
he
left
because
he
disliked
the
changes
there.
He
was
a
strange
man,
quick-tempered,
and
did
not
like
company.
He
rarely
left
his
house,
drank
a
lot,
and
smoked
heavily,
but
he
did
not
want
friends,
not
even
his
brother.”
"He
liked
me;
he
even
took
a
liking
to
me.
I
was
about
twelve
years
old
then.
This
was
in
1878,
after
he
had
been
in
England
for
eight
or
nine
years.
He
asked
my
father
to
let
me
live
with
him,
and
he
was
very
kind
to
me.
When
he
was
not
drinking,
he
liked
to
play
games
like
backgammon
and
draughts
with
me.
He
let
me
talk
to
the
servants
and
shopkeepers
for
him.
By
the
time
I
was
sixteen,
I
was
in
charge
of
the
house.
I
had
all
the
keys
and
could
go
anywhere,
as
long
as
I
did
not
bother
him.
But
there
was
one
room
I
could
not
enter.
It
was
a
storage
room
in
the
attic,
and
it
was
always
locked.
I
tried
to
look
through
the
keyhole,
but
I
only
saw
old
trunks
and
bundles."
"One
day
in
March
1883,
a
letter
with
a
foreign
stamp
was
on
the
table
in
front
of
the
colonel.
It
was
rare
for
him
to
get
letters
since
he
paid
all
his
bills
in
cash
and
had
no
friends.
'From
India!'
he
said,
picking
it
up.
'Pondicherry
postmark!
What
can
this
be?'
He
opened
it
quickly,
and
five
little
dried
orange
pips
fell
onto
his
plate.
I
started
to
laugh,
but
then
I
saw
his
face.
His
lip
dropped,
his
eyes
were
wide,
and
his
skin
turned
pale.
He
stared
at
the
envelope
in
his
shaking
hand.
'K.
K.
K.!'
he
shouted,
and
then,
'My
God,
my
sins
have
caught
up
with
me!'"
"'What
is
it,
uncle?'
I
asked."
"'Death,'
he
said,
and
he
left
the
table
and
went
to
his
room,
leaving
me
shocked.
I
picked
up
the
envelope
and
saw
the
letters
K
written
three
times
in
red
ink
on
the
inside
flap.
There
was
nothing
else,
just
the
five
dried
pips.
Why
was
he
so
scared?
I
left
the
breakfast
table
and
went
upstairs.
I
met
him
coming
down
with
an
old
rusty
key
and
a
small
brass
box
like
a
cashbox."
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