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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Boscombe Valley Mystery
Capítulo 4, Página 14
"Then
let's
do
it.
Watson,
I
fear
it
might
be
a
bit
dull
for
you,
but
I'll
only
be
gone
a
couple
of
hours."
I
walked
with
them
to
the
station
and
then
wandered
the
streets
of
the
small
town.
Eventually,
I
returned
to
the
hotel,
where
I
lay
on
the
sofa
trying
to
get
interested
in
a
yellow-backed
novel.
The
weak
plot
seemed
so
trivial
compared
to
the
deep
mystery
we
were
involved
in.
My
thoughts
kept
drifting
from
the
story
to
the
case,
and
I
finally
tossed
the
book
aside,
focusing
entirely
on
the
day's
events.
If
the
young
man's
story
was
true,
what
terrible
and
unexpected
event
could
have
happened
between
his
parting
with
his
father
and
the
moment
he
rushed
back
to
the
clearing
upon
hearing
his
father's
screams?
It
was
something
dreadful.
Could
the
nature
of
the
injuries
reveal
anything
to
my
medical
instincts?
I
rang
for
the
weekly
county
paper,
which
had
the
inquest
details.
The
surgeon
reported
that
the
back
of
the
left
side
of
the
skull
had
been
shattered
by
a
heavy
blow
from
a
blunt
object.
I
felt
the
spot
on
my
own
head.
Clearly,
the
blow
came
from
behind.
This
somewhat
favored
the
accused,
as
he
was
seen
facing
his
father
during
their
argument.
Still,
it
wasn't
much,
as
the
father
could
have
turned
his
back
before
the
blow.
It
was
worth
mentioning
to
Holmes.
Then
there
was
the
dying
mention
of
a
rat.
What
could
that
mean?
It
couldn't
be
delirium;
a
sudden
blow
doesn't
usually
cause
that.
It
was
likely
an
attempt
to
explain
his
fate.
But
what
did
it
indicate?
I
racked
my
brain
for
answers.
And
then
there
was
the
grey
cloth
seen
by
young
McCarthy.
If
true,
the
murderer
must
have
dropped
part
of
his
clothing,
likely
his
coat,
during
his
escape
and
had
the
boldness
to
return
and
retrieve
it
while
the
son
knelt
nearby.
What
a
web
of
mysteries
and
improbabilities!
I
understood
Lestrade's
view,
yet
I
had
so
much
faith
in
Holmes'
insight
that
I
couldn't
lose
hope,
as
each
new
fact
seemed
to
strengthen
his
belief
in
McCarthy's
innocence.
It
was
late
when
Sherlock
Holmes
returned.
He
came
back
alone,
as
Lestrade
was
staying
in
town.
"The
weather
is
still
clear,"
he
remarked
as
he
sat
down.
"It's
important
it
doesn't
rain
before
we
examine
the
site.
A
man
should
be
at
his
sharpest
for
such
delicate
work,
and
I
didn't
want
to
do
it
after
a
long
journey.
I've
seen
young
McCarthy."
"And
what
did
you
learn
from
him?"
"Nothing."
"Couldn't
he
shed
any
light
on
it?"
"None
at
all.
I
thought
at
first
he
might
know
who
did
it
and
was
protecting
them,
but
now
I'm
sure
he's
as
confused
as
everyone
else.
He's
not
very
quick-witted,
though
pleasant-looking
and,
I
believe,
good-hearted."
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