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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb
Capítulo 9, Página 6
"It's
clear
that
you've
had
quite
an
unusual
experience,
Mr.
Hatherley,"
Holmes
said.
"Please,
lie
down
and
make
yourself
comfortable.
Tell
us
what
you
can,
but
stop
if
you
get
tired
and
keep
your
strength
with
a
little
drink."
"Thank
you,"
said
our
patient,
"but
I
feel
much
better
since
the
doctor
bandaged
me.
I
think
your
breakfast
has
completed
the
cure.
I
won't
take
up
much
of
your
valuable
time,
so
I'll
start
right
away
with
my
strange
experiences."
Holmes
sat
in
his
big
armchair,
looking
tired
and
with
heavy
eyelids,
which
hid
his
sharp
and
eager
nature.
I
sat
opposite
him,
and
we
listened
quietly
to
the
unusual
story
our
visitor
told
us.
"You
should
know,"
he
began,
"that
I
am
an
orphan
and
a
bachelor,
living
alone
in
a
rented
room
in
London.
By
profession,
I
am
a
hydraulic
engineer,
and
I
gained
a
lot
of
experience
during
my
seven
years
with
Venner
&
Matheson,
a
well-known
firm
in
Greenwich.
Two
years
ago,
after
finishing
my
apprenticeship
and
receiving
some
money
from
my
late
father,
I
decided
to
start
my
own
business
and
took
professional
chambers
in
Victoria
Street."
"I
guess
everyone
finds
their
first
independent
business
start
a
bit
lonely.
For
me,
it
has
been
especially
so.
In
two
years,
I've
had
three
consultations
and
one
small
job,
and
that's
all
my
profession
has
brought
me.
My
total
earnings
are
£27
10s.
Every
day,
from
nine
in
the
morning
until
four
in
the
afternoon,
I
waited
in
my
little
office,
until
I
began
to
think
I
would
never
have
any
work."
"Yesterday,
however,
just
as
I
was
thinking
of
leaving
the
office,
my
clerk
came
in
to
say
there
was
a
gentleman
waiting
to
see
me
about
business.
He
brought
a
card
with
the
name
'Colonel
Lysander
Stark'
on
it.
Right
after
him
came
the
colonel
himself,
a
man
slightly
above
middle
height
but
extremely
thin.
I
don't
think
I've
ever
seen
such
a
thin
man.
His
face
was
all
sharp
angles
with
a
nose
and
chin,
and
the
skin
on
his
cheeks
was
tightly
stretched
over
his
bones.
But
this
thinness
seemed
natural,
not
due
to
illness,
because
his
eyes
were
bright,
his
steps
quick,
and
his
manner
confident.
He
was
dressed
plainly
but
neatly,
and
I
guessed
his
age
to
be
closer
to
forty
than
thirty."
"'Mr.
Hatherley?'
he
said,
with
a
hint
of
a
German
accent.
'I
have
been
told
you
are
not
only
skilled
in
your
profession
but
also
discreet
and
able
to
keep
a
secret.'"
I
bowed,
feeling
as
flattered
as
any
young
man
would
be
by
such
praise.
"May
I
ask
who
gave
me
such
a
good
recommendation?"
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