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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Man with the Twisted Lip
Capítulo 6, Página 27
"You
can
imagine
how
hard
it
was
to
go
back
to
difficult
work
for
£2
a
week
when
I
knew
I
could
earn
the
same
in
a
day
by
painting
my
face,
laying
my
cap
on
the
ground,
and
sitting
still.
It
was
a
long
fight
between
my
pride
and
the
money,
but
the
money
won,
and
I
quit
reporting
to
sit
every
day
in
the
corner
I
first
chose,
inspiring
pity
with
my
ghastly
face
and
filling
my
pockets
with
coins.
Only
one
man
knew
my
secret.
He
was
the
keeper
of
a
low
place
where
I
stayed
in
Swandam
Lane,
where
I
could
leave
every
morning
as
a
squalid
beggar
and
return
in
the
evenings
as
a
well-dressed
man.
This
fellow,
a
Lascar,
was
well
paid
by
me
for
his
rooms,
so
I
knew
my
secret
was
safe
with
him."
"Soon,
I
was
saving
considerable
sums
of
money.
Not
every
beggar
in
London
could
earn
£700
a
year,
which
was
less
than
my
average,
but
I
had
special
skills
in
makeup
and
quick
wit,
which
improved
with
practice
and
made
me
well-known
in
the
City.
All
day,
pennies
and
silver
poured
in,
and
it
was
a
bad
day
if
I
didn't
make
£2."
"As
I
got
richer,
I
became
more
ambitious,
bought
a
house
in
the
country,
and
eventually
married
without
anyone
suspecting
my
real
job.
My
dear
wife
knew
I
had
business
in
the
City.
She
had
no
idea
what
it
really
was."
"Last
Monday,
I
finished
my
work
and
was
getting
dressed
in
my
room
above
the
opium
den.
I
looked
out
the
window
and
was
shocked
to
see
my
wife
standing
in
the
street,
staring
right
at
me.
Surprised,
I
covered
my
face
with
my
arms
and
rushed
to
my
friend,
the
Lascar,
asking
him
to
stop
anyone
from
coming
up
to
me.
I
heard
her
voice
downstairs
but
knew
she
couldn't
come
up.
Quickly,
I
took
off
my
clothes,
put
on
a
beggar's
outfit,
and
used
makeup
and
a
wig.
Even
my
wife
wouldn't
recognize
me.
But
then
I
worried
they
might
search
the
room
and
find
my
clothes.
I
opened
the
window
and
accidentally
reopened
a
small
cut
on
my
arm
from
earlier
that
day.
I
grabbed
my
coat,
filled
with
coins
from
my
earnings,
and
threw
it
out
the
window
into
the
Thames.
I
was
about
to
throw
the
rest
of
my
clothes
when
suddenly,
policemen
rushed
up
the
stairs.
A
few
minutes
later,
to
my
relief,
I
was
arrested
as
the
murderer
of
Neville
St.
Clair,
not
recognized
as
him."
"I
don't
think
there's
much
more
to
explain.
I
wanted
to
keep
my
disguise
as
long
as
I
could,
so
I
kept
my
face
dirty.
I
knew
my
wife
would
be
very
worried,
so
I
took
off
my
ring
and
gave
it
to
the
Lascar
when
no
officer
was
looking.
I
also
wrote
a
quick
note
telling
her
not
to
worry."
"That
note
only
got
to
her
yesterday,"
said
Holmes.
"Good
God!
What
a
week
she
must
have
had!"
"The
police
kept
an
eye
on
the
Lascar,"
said
Inspector
Bradstreet,
"and
I
understand
how
hard
it
would
be
for
him
to
send
a
letter
without
being
seen.
He
probably
gave
it
to
a
sailor
customer
who
forgot
about
it
for
a
few
days."
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