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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Man with the Twisted Lip
Capítulo 6, Página 26
"If
I
am
Mr.
Neville
St.
Clair,
then
clearly
no
crime
has
been
committed,
and
therefore
I
am
being
illegally
detained."
"No
crime,
but
a
very
great
error
has
been
committed,"
said
Holmes.
"You
would
have
done
better
to
trust
your
wife."
"It
wasn't
the
wife;
it
was
the
children,"
groaned
the
prisoner.
"God
help
me,
I
didn't
want
them
to
be
ashamed
of
their
father.
My
God!
What
an
exposure!
What
can
I
do?"
Sherlock
Holmes
sat
down
beside
him
on
the
couch
and
gently
patted
him
on
the
shoulder.
"If
you
leave
it
to
a
court
of
law
to
clear
this
up,"
he
said,
"you
can
hardly
avoid
publicity.
On
the
other
hand,
if
you
convince
the
police
authorities
that
there
is
no
case
against
you,
I
don't
see
why
the
details
should
end
up
in
the
papers.
Inspector
Bradstreet
would,
I
am
sure,
take
notes
on
anything
you
tell
us
and
submit
it
to
the
proper
authorities.
The
case
would
then
never
go
to
court."
"God
bless
you!"
cried
the
prisoner
passionately.
"I
would
have
endured
imprisonment,
even
execution,
rather
than
leave
my
miserable
secret
as
a
stain
on
my
children."
"You
are
the
first
to
hear
my
story.
My
father
was
a
schoolmaster
in
Chesterfield,
where
I
got
an
excellent
education.
I
traveled
in
my
youth,
took
to
the
stage,
and
eventually
became
a
reporter
for
an
evening
paper
in
London.
One
day,
my
editor
wanted
a
series
of
articles
on
begging
in
the
city,
and
I
volunteered
to
write
them.
That
was
the
start
of
all
my
adventures.
It
was
only
by
trying
begging
as
an
amateur
that
I
could
get
the
facts
for
my
articles.
As
an
actor,
I
had
learned
all
the
secrets
of
makeup
and
was
famous
in
the
green-room
for
my
skill.
I
used
my
abilities
then.
I
painted
my
face,
made
a
convincing
scar,
and
twisted
one
side
of
my
lip
using
a
small
piece
of
flesh-colored
plaster.
With
a
red
wig
and
suitable
clothes,
I
took
my
place
in
the
business
part
of
the
city,
pretending
to
be
a
match-seller
but
really
begging.
For
seven
hours
I
worked,
and
when
I
returned
home
that
evening,
I
was
surprised
to
find
I
had
made
no
less
than
26s.
4d."
"I
wrote
my
articles
and
thought
little
more
about
it
until,
some
time
later,
I
backed
a
bill
for
a
friend
and
was
served
with
a
writ
for
£25.
I
was
at
my
wits’
end
for
money,
but
suddenly
an
idea
struck
me.
I
begged
for
a
fortnight’s
grace
from
the
creditor,
asked
for
a
holiday
from
my
employers,
and
spent
the
time
begging
in
the
City
under
my
disguise.
In
ten
days,
I
had
the
money
and
paid
the
debt."
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