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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Five Orange Pips
Capítulo 5, Página 1
When
I
look
over
my
notes
and
records
of
Sherlock
Holmes'
cases
from
1882
to
1890,
I
see
many
strange
and
interesting
stories.
It's
hard
to
choose
which
ones
to
share.
Some
cases
are
already
known
because
of
the
newspapers,
while
others
didn't
show
Holmes'
special
skills.
Some
cases
even
confused
him
and
would
be
stories
without
endings.
Others
are
only
partly
solved,
based
more
on
guesses
than
on
clear
proof,
which
Holmes
loved.
However,
there
is
one
case
that
was
so
remarkable
and
surprising
that
I
want
to
tell
it,
even
though
some
details
are
still
unclear.
The
year
1887
gave
us
many
cases,
some
more
interesting
than
others,
and
I
have
kept
records
of
them.
In
my
notes
for
that
year,
I
find
the
story
of
the
Paradol
Chamber,
the
Amateur
Mendicant
Society
with
their
club
in
a
furniture
warehouse,
the
loss
of
the
British
ship
Sophy
Anderson,
the
strange
adventures
of
the
Grice
Patersons
on
Uffa
Island,
and
the
Camberwell
poisoning
case.
In
the
latter,
Holmes
proved
the
dead
man
had
wound
his
watch
two
hours
before,
showing
he
went
to
bed
within
that
time.
This
was
crucial
to
solving
the
case.
I
might
describe
these
cases
in
the
future,
but
none
are
as
unique
as
the
one
I
am
about
to
write
about.
It
was
late
September,
and
the
equinoctial
storms
were
unusually
strong.
The
wind
howled
all
day,
and
rain
hit
the
windows,
making
us
in
the
heart
of
busy
London
notice
the
power
of
nature.
As
evening
came,
the
storm
grew
louder,
and
the
wind
sounded
like
a
crying
child
in
the
chimney.
Sherlock
Holmes
sat
on
one
side
of
the
fireplace,
organizing
his
crime
records.
I
was
on
the
other
side,
reading
one
of
Clark
Russell’s
sea
stories,
and
the
storm
outside
seemed
to
mix
with
the
story's
sea
waves.
My
wife
was
visiting
her
mother,
so
I
was
staying
again
at
Baker
Street
for
a
few
days.
“Why,”
I
said,
looking
at
Holmes,
“that
must
be
the
doorbell.
Who
would
come
tonight?
Maybe
a
friend
of
yours?”
“Except
for
you,
I
have
none,”
he
replied.
“I
don't
encourage
visitors.”
“A
client,
then?”
“If
so,
it
must
be
serious.
Only
something
important
would
bring
someone
out
in
this
weather
and
at
this
time.
But
I
think
it’s
more
likely
to
be
a
friend
of
the
landlady’s.”
Holmes
was
wrong,
though,
because
we
heard
footsteps
in
the
hallway
and
a
knock
at
the
door.
He
reached
out
to
turn
the
lamp
towards
the
empty
chair
where
the
visitor
would
sit.
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