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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Five Orange Pips
Capítulo 5, Página 6
"'They
can
do
what
they
want,
but
I'll
still
beat
them,'
he
said
with
a
curse.
'Tell
Mary
I
need
a
fire
in
my
room
today
and
send
for
Fordham,
the
Horsham
lawyer.'"
"I
did
as
he
asked,
and
when
the
lawyer
came,
I
was
called
to
the
room.
The
fire
was
burning
brightly,
and
in
the
grate
was
a
pile
of
black,
fluffy
ashes,
as
if
paper
had
been
burned.
The
brass
box
was
open
and
empty
beside
it.
As
I
looked
at
the
box,
I
noticed,
with
a
jolt,
that
the
lid
had
the
same
K.
K.
K.
I
had
seen
on
the
envelope
that
morning."
"'I
want
you,
John,'
my
uncle
said,
'to
witness
my
will.
I
leave
my
estate,
with
all
its
benefits
and
burdens,
to
my
brother,
your
father,
from
whom
it
will
likely
pass
to
you.
If
you
can
enjoy
it
peacefully,
great!
If
not,
take
my
advice
and
give
it
to
your
worst
enemy.
I'm
sorry
to
hand
you
such
a
dangerous
gift,
but
I
can't
predict
what
will
happen.
Please
sign
the
paper
where
Mr.
Fordham
indicates.'"
"I
signed
the
paper
as
instructed,
and
the
lawyer
took
it
away.
The
strange
event
made
a
deep
impression
on
me,
and
I
thought
about
it
a
lot,
trying
to
understand
it.
Yet,
I
couldn't
shake
off
a
vague
feeling
of
fear,
though
it
lessened
as
weeks
passed
without
anything
disrupting
our
routine.
However,
I
noticed
a
change
in
my
uncle.
He
drank
more
and
avoided
company.
He
often
stayed
in
his
room
with
the
door
locked,
but
sometimes
he
would
burst
out
in
a
drunken
rage,
running
around
the
garden
with
a
revolver,
shouting
that
he
feared
no
one
and
wouldn't
be
trapped
like
a
sheep.
When
these
fits
ended,
he
would
rush
back
inside
and
lock
the
door,
as
if
he
could
no
longer
face
the
terror
within
him.
At
such
times,
even
on
a
cold
day,
his
face
would
be
wet
with
sweat,
as
if
he
had
just
washed."
"To
wrap
up
the
story,
Mr.
Holmes,
without
testing
your
patience,
there
was
a
night
when
he
went
out
in
one
of
those
drunken
fits
and
never
returned.
We
found
him
face
down
in
a
small,
green-covered
pool
at
the
garden's
edge.
There
were
no
signs
of
violence,
and
the
water
was
only
two
feet
deep,
so
the
jury,
considering
his
odd
behavior,
ruled
it
a
suicide.
But
I,
knowing
his
fear
of
death,
struggled
to
believe
he
sought
it
out.
The
matter
passed,
and
my
father
took
over
the
estate,
along
with
about
£14,000
in
the
bank."
"One
moment,"
Holmes
interrupted,
"your
account
is,
I
predict,
one
of
the
most
extraordinary
I've
ever
heard.
Please
give
me
the
date
your
uncle
received
the
letter
and
the
date
of
his
supposed
suicide."
"The
letter
came
on
March
10,
1883.
He
died
seven
weeks
later,
on
the
night
of
May
2nd."
"Thank
you.
Please
continue."
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