EN + ES
Escuchar
103
Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Boscombe Valley Mystery
Capítulo 4, Página 26
"That's
fine,"
said
the
old
man;
"it's
uncertain
whether
I'll
live
to
the
Assizes,
so
it
doesn't
matter
much
to
me,
but
I
want
to
spare
Alice
the
shock.
Now
I'll
make
things
clear
to
you;
it's
been
happening
for
a
long
time,
but
it
won't
take
me
long
to
tell."
"You
didn't
know
the
dead
man,
McCarthy.
He
was
a
devil
incarnate.
I
tell
you
that.
God
keep
you
away
from
such
a
man.
His
grip
has
been
on
me
for
twenty
years,
and
he
has
ruined
my
life.
I'll
tell
you
first
how
I
came
to
be
in
his
power."
"It
was
in
the
early
'60s
at
the
diggings.
I
was
a
young
man
then,
hot-blooded
and
reckless,
ready
to
try
anything;
I
got
mixed
up
with
bad
companions,
started
drinking,
had
no
luck
with
my
claim,
took
to
the
bush,
and
in
short
became
what
you
would
call
here
a
highway
robber.
There
were
six
of
us,
and
we
lived
a
wild,
free
life,
occasionally
robbing
a
station
or
stopping
wagons
on
the
road
to
the
diggings.
Black
Jack
of
Ballarat
was
the
name
I
used,
and
our
group
is
still
remembered
in
the
colony
as
the
Ballarat
Gang."
"One
day,
a
gold
convoy
traveled
from
Ballarat
to
Melbourne.
We
waited
for
it
and
attacked.
There
were
six
troopers
and
six
of
us,
so
it
was
a
close
fight.
We
managed
to
shoot
four
troopers
at
the
start.
But
three
of
our
men
were
killed
before
we
got
the
gold.
I
held
my
pistol
to
the
head
of
the
wagon
driver,
who
was
McCarthy.
I
regret
not
shooting
him
then,
but
I
spared
him.
I
saw
his
eyes
look
at
me,
memorizing
my
face.
We
escaped
with
the
gold,
became
rich,
and
moved
to
England
without
suspicion.
There,
I
left
my
old
friends
and
decided
to
live
a
quiet,
respectable
life.
I
bought
this
estate,
which
was
for
sale,
and
tried
to
do
some
good
with
my
money
to
make
up
for
how
I
got
it.
I
got
married,
but
my
wife
died
young,
leaving
me
with
my
dear
Alice.
Even
as
a
baby,
her
tiny
hand
guided
me
to
the
right
path
like
nothing
else.
In
short,
I
changed
my
ways
and
tried
to
make
up
for
the
past.
Everything
was
going
well
until
McCarthy
came
back
into
my
life."
"I
had
gone
to
town
for
an
investment
and
met
him
on
Regent
Street.
He
was
almost
without
a
coat
or
shoes."
"'Here
we
are,
Jack,'
he
said,
touching
my
arm.
'We’ll
be
like
family
to
you.
There’s
me
and
my
son,
and
you
can
take
care
of
us.
If
you
don’t,
remember
England
is
a
law-abiding
country,
and
there’s
always
a
policeman
nearby.'"
"They
came
to
the
west
country,
and
I
couldn't
get
rid
of
them.
They’ve
lived
rent-free
on
my
best
land
ever
since.
There
was
no
rest
for
me,
no
peace,
no
forgetting.
Wherever
I
turned,
there
was
his
cunning,
grinning
face.
It
got
worse
as
Alice
grew
up.
He
knew
I
feared
her
discovering
my
past
more
than
the
police.
Whatever
he
wanted,
he
got—land,
money,
houses—until
he
asked
for
something
I
couldn’t
give.
He
wanted
Alice."
"His
son
and
my
daughter
had
grown
up,
and
since
I
was
in
poor
health,
it
seemed
like
a
clever
plan
to
him
for
his
son
to
inherit
everything.
But
I
was
firm.
I
wouldn’t
mix
our
families,
not
because
I
disliked
the
boy,
but
his
father’s
blood
was
in
him,
and
that
was
enough.
I
stood
my
ground.
McCarthy
threatened,
but
I
dared
him
to
do
his
worst.
We
agreed
to
meet
at
the
pool
between
our
houses
to
discuss
it."
||
||
Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes — B1 Inglés | Cuentana