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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
towards
the
fire.
“My
name
is
John
Openshaw,
but
my
own
affairs
have
little
to
do
with
this
terrible
business.
It's
a
family
matter,
so
I
need
to
go
back
to
the
beginning
to
explain.”
“My
grandfather
had
two
sons—my
uncle
Elias
and
my
father
Joseph.
My
father
had
a
small
factory
in
Coventry,
which
he
expanded
when
bicycles
were
invented.
He
patented
the
Openshaw
unbreakable
tire,
and
his
business
was
so
successful
that
he
sold
it
and
retired
comfortably.”
“My
uncle
Elias
moved
to
America
when
he
was
young
and
became
a
planter
in
Florida,
where
he
did
very
well.
During
the
war,
he
fought
in
Jackson’s
army,
then
under
Hood,
and
became
a
colonel.
After
the
war,
he
returned
to
his
plantation
for
a
few
years.
Around
1869
or
1870,
he
came
back
to
Europe
and
bought
a
small
estate
in
Sussex,
near
Horsham.
He
made
a
large
fortune
in
the
States
and
left
because
he
disliked
the
negroes
and
the
Republican
policy
of
giving
them
voting
rights.
He
was
a
strange
man,
quick-tempered
and
foul-mouthed
when
angry,
and
very
private.
While
living
in
Horsham,
I
doubt
he
ever
visited
the
town.
He
had
a
garden
and
a
few
fields
around
his
house
for
exercise,
but
often
stayed
in
his
room
for
weeks.
He
drank
a
lot
of
brandy
and
smoked
heavily,
but
he
avoided
society
and
didn’t
want
friends,
not
even
his
brother.”
"He
liked
me;
in
fact,
he
took
a
liking
to
me.
When
he
first
saw
me,
I
was
about
twelve
years
old.
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
in
his
own
way.
When
he
was
sober,
he
enjoyed
playing
backgammon
and
draughts
with
me.
He
made
me
his
representative
with
the
servants
and
the
tradespeople.
By
the
time
I
was
sixteen,
I
was
in
charge
of
the
house.
I
had
all
the
keys
and
could
do
as
I
pleased,
as
long
as
I
didn't
disturb
his
privacy.
There
was
one
exception,
though.
He
had
a
room
in
the
attic
that
was
always
locked,
and
he
never
let
anyone
enter
it.
With
a
boy's
curiosity,
I
peeked
through
the
keyhole,
but
I
only
saw
old
trunks
and
bundles,
as
you
would
expect
in
such
a
room."
"One
day
in
March
1883,
a
letter
with
a
foreign
stamp
was
on
the
table
in
front
of
the
colonel's
plate.
It
was
rare
for
him
to
get
letters
since
he
paid
all
his
bills
in
cash
and
had
no
friends.
'From
India!'
he
said
as
he
picked
it
up.
'Pondicherry
postmark!
What
could
this
be?'
He
opened
it
quickly,
and
five
little
dried
orange
pips
fell
onto
his
plate.
I
started
to
laugh,
but
my
laughter
stopped
when
I
saw
his
face.
His
lip
dropped,
his
eyes
bulged,
and
his
skin
turned
the
color
of
putty.
He
stared
at
the
envelope
in
his
shaking
hand,
'K.
K.
K.!'
he
shouted,
and
then,
'My
God,
my
God,
my
sins
have
caught
up
with
me!'"
"'What
is
it,
uncle?'
I
cried."
"'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
flap.
There
was
nothing
else
but
the
five
dried
pips.
Why
was
he
so
terrified?
I
left
the
breakfast
table,
and
as
I
went
upstairs,
I
met
him
coming
down
with
an
old
rusty
key,
which
must
have
been
for
the
attic,
in
one
hand
and
a
small
brass
box,
like
a
cashbox,
in
the
other."
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