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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Man with the Twisted Lip
Capítulo 6, Página 10
"No,
sir,
but
the
facts
could
be
explained.
Suppose
Boone
pushed
Neville
St.
Clair
through
the
window.
No
one
could
see
that.
What
would
he
do
next?
He
would
think
he
must
get
rid
of
the
clothes.
He
would
grab
the
coat
and
start
to
throw
it
out,
but
then
he
would
realize
it
would
float,
not
sink.
He
has
little
time
because
he
hears
noise
downstairs
when
the
wife
tries
to
come
up,
and
maybe
his
Lascar
friend
has
told
him
the
police
are
coming.
He
has
no
time
to
waste.
He
runs
to
his
hidden
stash,
where
he
has
saved
the
money
from
begging,
and
he
stuffs
all
the
coins
he
can
find
into
the
coat
pockets
to
make
it
sink.
He
throws
it
out
and
would
have
done
the
same
with
the
other
clothes,
but
he
hears
steps
below
and
only
just
closes
the
window
when
the
police
arrive."
"It
sounds
possible."
"Well,
we
will
use
it
as
a
working
idea
for
now.
Boone,
as
I
told
you,
was
arrested
and
taken
to
the
station,
but
there
was
nothing
against
him
before.
He
was
known
as
a
beggar
for
years,
but
his
life
seemed
quiet
and
innocent.
That's
where
it
stands
now,
and
the
questions—what
Neville
St.
Clair
was
doing
in
the
opium
den,
what
happened
to
him
there,
where
he
is
now,
and
what
Hugh
Boone
had
to
do
with
his
disappearance—are
as
far
from
answers
as
ever.
I
can't
remember
a
case
that
looked
so
simple
at
first
but
had
so
many
problems."
While
Sherlock
Holmes
told
this
strange
story,
we
traveled
through
the
edge
of
the
big
town
until
the
last
houses
were
behind
us,
and
we
went
along
with
a
country
hedge
on
each
side.
Just
as
he
finished,
we
drove
through
two
small
villages,
where
a
few
lights
still
shone
in
the
windows.
"We
are
near
Lee,"
said
my
companion.
"We
have
passed
through
three
counties
in
our
short
drive,
starting
in
Middlesex,
passing
a
corner
of
Surrey,
and
ending
in
Kent.
See
that
light
among
the
trees?
That
is
The
Cedars,
and
beside
that
lamp
sits
a
woman
whose
worried
ears
have
already,
I
think,
heard
our
horse's
feet."
"But
why
are
you
not
working
on
the
case
from
Baker
Street?"
I
asked.
"Because
there
are
many
questions
to
ask
here.
Mrs.
St.
Clair
has
kindly
given
me
two
rooms,
and
she
will
welcome
my
friend
and
colleague.
I
hate
to
meet
her,
Watson,
when
I
have
no
news
of
her
husband.
Here
we
are.
Whoa,
there,
whoa!"
We
stopped
in
front
of
a
large
house
with
its
own
grounds.
A
stable-boy
ran
out
to
the
horse,
and
I
jumped
down
and
followed
Holmes
up
the
small,
winding
gravel
path
to
the
house.
As
we
came
near,
the
door
opened,
and
a
little
blonde
woman
stood
there,
wearing
a
light
dress
with
some
pink
chiffon
at
her
neck
and
wrists.
She
stood
outlined
against
the
light,
one
hand
on
the
door,
one
half-raised
in
excitement,
her
body
slightly
bent,
her
head
and
face
forward,
with
eager
eyes
and
open
lips,
a
standing
question.
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