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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb
Capítulo 9, Página 15
"We
went
upstairs
together,
the
colonel
first
with
the
lamp,
and
the
fat
manager
and
I
followed.
The
house
was
like
a
maze,
with
corridors,
passages,
narrow
winding
staircases,
and
small
low
doors,
worn
down
by
the
many
people
who
had
walked
through
them.
There
were
no
carpets
and
no
furniture
above
the
ground
floor.
The
plaster
was
peeling
off
the
walls,
and
damp
patches
were
breaking
through
in
green,
unhealthy
spots.
I
tried
to
look
calm,
but
I
hadn't
forgotten
the
lady's
warnings,
even
if
I
ignored
them.
I
kept
a
close
eye
on
my
two
companions.
Ferguson
seemed
to
be
a
quiet
and
serious
man,
but
I
could
tell
from
his
few
words
that
he
was
at
least
from
my
country."
"Colonel
Lysander
Stark
finally
stopped
in
front
of
a
low
door
and
unlocked
it.
Inside
was
a
small,
square
room
where
the
three
of
us
could
barely
fit.
Ferguson
stayed
outside
while
the
colonel
led
me
in."
"We
are
now,"
he
said,
"inside
the
hydraulic
press.
It
would
be
very
unpleasant
if
someone
turned
it
on.
The
ceiling
of
this
small
room
is
the
end
of
the
piston,
and
it
comes
down
with
great
force.
There
are
small
water
columns
outside
that
take
the
pressure
and
multiply
it.
The
machine
works
well
enough,
but
it's
a
bit
stiff
and
has
lost
some
power.
Could
you
please
check
it
and
tell
us
how
to
fix
it?"
"I
took
the
lamp
from
him
and
looked
at
the
machine
carefully.
It
was
huge
and
could
apply
enormous
pressure.
When
I
went
outside
and
pressed
the
levers,
I
heard
a
whishing
sound
and
knew
there
was
a
slight
leak.
Water
was
flowing
back
through
one
of
the
side
cylinders.
I
found
that
one
of
the
rubber
bands
around
a
driving-rod
had
shrunk
and
didn't
fit
properly.
This
was
why
the
machine
lost
power.
I
pointed
this
out
to
my
companions,
who
listened
carefully
and
asked
questions
about
fixing
it.
Once
I
explained,
I
returned
to
the
main
part
of
the
machine
to
satisfy
my
curiosity.
It
was
clear
that
the
story
about
fuller’s-earth
was
a
lie,
as
such
a
powerful
machine
couldn't
be
for
such
a
simple
purpose.
The
walls
were
wooden,
but
the
floor
was
a
large
iron
trough
with
a
metallic
crust.
I
bent
down
to
scrape
it
and
see
what
it
was
when
I
heard
a
muttered
exclamation
in
German
and
saw
the
colonel's
pale
face
looking
at
me."
"What
are
you
doing
there?"
he
asked.
I
was
angry
for
being
tricked
by
such
a
detailed
story.
"I
was
admiring
your
fuller’s-earth,"
I
said.
"I
think
I
could
advise
you
better
about
your
machine
if
I
knew
its
real
purpose."
"As
soon
as
I
said
this,
I
regretted
it.
His
face
became
hard,
and
a
dangerous
light
appeared
in
his
grey
eyes."
"Very
well,"
he
said,
"you
shall
know
all
about
the
machine."
He
stepped
back,
slammed
the
small
door,
and
locked
it.
I
rushed
to
the
door
and
pulled
at
the
handle,
but
it
was
secure
and
didn't
move
at
all.
"Hello!"
I
yelled.
"Hello!
Colonel!
Let
me
out!"
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