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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Man with the Twisted Lip
Capítulo 6, Página 10
"No,
sir,
but
the
facts
can
be
explained.
Suppose
Boone
pushed
Neville
St.
Clair
through
the
window.
No
one
would
have
seen
it
happen.
What
would
he
do
next?
He
would
realize
he
needed
to
get
rid
of
the
clothes.
He
would
grab
the
coat
to
throw
it
out,
but
then
think
it
would
float
and
not
sink.
He
had
little
time
because
he
heard
the
noise
downstairs
when
the
wife
tried
to
come
up,
and
maybe
he
heard
from
his
Lascar
friend
that
the
police
were
coming.
There
was
no
time
to
waste.
He
rushed
to
his
hidden
stash
of
coins,
filled
the
coat
pockets
to
make
sure
it
sank.
He
threw
it
out
and
would
have
done
the
same
with
the
other
clothes,
but
he
heard
footsteps
below
and
just
had
time
to
close
the
window
when
the
police
arrived."
"It
certainly
sounds
possible."
"Well,
let's
use
it
as
a
working
theory
for
now.
Boone
was
arrested
and
taken
to
the
station,
but
nothing
bad
was
found
about
him
before.
He
was
known
as
a
professional
beggar
for
years,
but
his
life
seemed
quiet
and
innocent.
That's
where
things
stand
now.
The
questions—what
Neville
St.
Clair
was
doing
in
the
opium
den,
what
happened
to
him
there,
where
he
is
now,
and
what
Boone
had
to
do
with
his
disappearance—are
still
unanswered.
I
can't
remember
any
case
that
seemed
so
simple
at
first
but
had
such
difficulties."
While
Sherlock
Holmes
talked
about
this
strange
series
of
events,
we
drove
through
the
outskirts
of
the
large
town.
We
left
the
last
houses
behind
and
traveled
with
hedges
on
both
sides.
Just
as
he
finished,
we
passed
through
two
small
villages
where
a
few
lights
still
shone
in
the
windows.
"We
are
near
Lee,"
my
companion
said.
"We've
touched
three
English
counties
on
our
short
drive,
starting
in
Middlesex,
passing
through
Surrey,
and
ending
in
Kent.
See
that
light
among
the
trees?
That's
The
Cedars,
and
beside
that
lamp
sits
a
woman
who
has
probably
already
heard
our
horse's
footsteps."
"But
why
aren't
you
working
on
the
case
from
Baker
Street?"
I
asked.
"Because
there
are
many
things
to
check
here.
Mrs.
St.
Clair
kindly
offered
me
two
rooms,
and
I'm
sure
she'll
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
villa
with
its
own
grounds.
A
stable-boy
came
out
to
hold
the
horse,
and
I
followed
Holmes
up
the
small,
winding
gravel
path
to
the
house.
As
we
approached,
the
door
opened,
and
a
little
blonde
woman
stood
there,
wearing
a
light
dress
with
pink
chiffon
at
her
neck
and
wrists.
She
stood
outlined
against
the
light,
one
hand
on
the
door,
the
other
half-raised
in
eagerness,
her
body
bent
forward,
her
head
and
face
leaning
out,
with
eager
eyes
and
parted
lips,
asking
a
silent
question.
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