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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Five Orange Pips
Capítulo 5, Página 9
"Three
days
after
the
letter
arrived,
my
father
went
to
visit
an
old
friend,
Major
Freebody,
who
commands
one
of
the
forts
on
Portsdown
Hill.
I
was
relieved
he
was
leaving,
thinking
he
was
safer
away
from
home.
I
was
wrong.
On
the
second
day
of
his
absence,
I
got
a
telegram
from
the
major,
urging
me
to
come
immediately.
My
father
had
fallen
into
one
of
the
deep
chalk-pits
common
in
the
area,
and
he
lay
unconscious
with
a
fractured
skull.
I
rushed
to
him,
but
he
died
without
regaining
consciousness.
He
had
been
returning
from
Fareham
at
dusk,
and
since
he
was
unfamiliar
with
the
area
and
the
pit
was
unfenced,
the
jury
quickly
ruled
it
an
accidental
death.
Though
I
examined
every
detail
of
his
death,
I
found
nothing
to
suggest
murder.
There
were
no
signs
of
violence,
no
footprints,
no
robbery,
and
no
strangers
reported
in
the
area.
Yet,
I
was
far
from
convinced
and
almost
certain
that
some
sinister
plot
had
ensnared
him."
"This
dark
event
brought
me
my
inheritance.
You
might
wonder
why
I
didn't
sell
it?
I
believed
that
our
troubles
were
linked
to
an
event
in
my
uncle's
life,
and
that
danger
would
follow
us
anywhere."
"My
poor
father
died
in
January
'85,
and
two
years
and
eight
months
have
passed
since
then.
During
that
time,
I
lived
peacefully
in
Horsham
and
started
to
hope
the
curse
had
left
our
family,
ending
with
the
previous
generation.
But
I
was
too
quick
to
find
comfort;
yesterday
morning,
the
threat
returned
exactly
as
it
had
for
my
father."
The
young
man
pulled
a
crumpled
envelope
from
his
waistcoat
and
shook
out
five
dried
orange
pips
onto
the
table.
"This
is
the
envelope,"
he
said.
"The
postmark
is
from
London—eastern
division.
Inside
are
the
same
words
as
my
father's
last
message:
'K.
K.
K.';
and
'Put
the
papers
on
the
sundial.'"
"What
have
you
done?"
asked
Holmes.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
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