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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Five Orange Pips
Capítulo 5, Página 1
As
I
look
through
my
notes
and
records
of
Sherlock
Holmes's
cases
between
'82
and
'90,
I
find
many
with
strange
and
interesting
details.
It’s
hard
to
decide
which
to
share
and
which
to
leave
out.
Some
cases
have
already
been
publicized
in
the
papers,
while
others
didn't
showcase
my
friend's
unique
skills,
which
these
writings
aim
to
illustrate.
Some
cases
even
puzzled
his
analytical
mind,
leaving
stories
without
endings,
and
others
were
only
partly
resolved,
with
explanations
based
more
on
guesses
than
the
logical
proof
he
valued.
However,
one
case
stands
out
for
its
remarkable
details
and
shocking
results,
tempting
me
to
recount
it,
despite
some
aspects
that
remain
unclear.
The
year
'87
brought
us
many
cases,
varying
in
interest,
all
of
which
I
have
documented.
Among
them
are
the
adventure
of
the
Paradol
Chamber,
the
Amateur
Mendicant
Society's
luxurious
club
in
a
furniture
warehouse's
lower
vault,
the
loss
of
the
British
barque
Sophy
Anderson,
the
unusual
adventures
of
the
Grice
Patersons
on
Uffa
Island,
and
the
Camberwell
poisoning
case.
In
the
latter,
Holmes
proved
vital
by
showing
the
dead
man's
watch
had
been
wound
two
hours
before,
indicating
the
time
he
went
to
bed,
a
key
detail
in
solving
the
case.
I
may
outline
these
stories
later,
but
none
are
as
strange
as
the
one
I
now
aim
to
describe.
It
was
late
September,
and
the
equinoctial
gales
were
unusually
fierce.
All
day,
the
wind
howled
and
rain
lashed
the
windows,
making
us
in
bustling
London
pause
and
acknowledge
the
powerful
forces
of
nature,
like
wild
animals
caged
by
civilization.
As
evening
came,
the
storm
intensified,
with
the
wind
crying
and
sobbing
like
a
child
in
the
chimney.
Holmes
sat
moodily
by
the
fireplace,
organizing
his
crime
records,
while
I
was
absorbed
in
one
of
Clark
Russell's
sea
stories,
the
storm
outside
blending
with
the
tale.
My
wife
was
visiting
her
mother,
so
for
a
few
days,
I
was
back
in
my
old
quarters
at
Baker
Street.
"Why,"
I
said,
looking
up
at
Holmes,
"that
must
be
the
bell.
Who
would
come
tonight?
A
friend
of
yours,
perhaps?"
"Besides
you,
I
have
none,"
he
replied.
"I
don’t
encourage
visitors."
"A
client,
then?"
"If
so,
it
must
be
serious.
Nothing
less
would
bring
someone
out
in
this
weather.
But
I
suspect
it’s
more
likely
a
visit
from
the
landlady's
friend."
Holmes
was
wrong,
as
footsteps
approached
and
there
was
a
knock
at
the
door.
He
reached
out
to
turn
the
lamp
towards
the
empty
chair
where
the
visitor
would
sit.
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