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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb
Capítulo 9, Página 1
Among
all
the
cases
my
friend,
Mr.
Sherlock
Holmes,
tackled
during
our
friendship,
only
two
were
introduced
to
him
by
me:
Mr.
Hatherley’s
thumb
and
Colonel
Warburton’s
madness.
While
the
latter
might
have
been
more
challenging
for
a
sharp
observer,
the
former
was
so
unusual
and
dramatic
that
it
deserves
to
be
recorded,
even
if
it
offered
fewer
chances
for
Holmes
to
use
his
famous
deductive
skills.
The
story
has
appeared
in
the
newspapers,
but
its
impact
is
much
greater
when
the
facts
unfold
gradually,
leading
to
the
full
truth.
The
events
left
a
strong
impression
on
me,
and
even
after
two
years,
that
impression
remains
vivid.
The
events
took
place
in
the
summer
of
’89,
shortly
after
I
got
married.
I
had
returned
to
my
medical
practice
and
had
left
Holmes
in
his
Baker
Street
rooms,
though
I
often
visited
him
and
sometimes
convinced
him
to
visit
us.
My
practice
was
growing,
and
since
I
lived
near
Paddington
Station,
I
had
several
patients
from
the
railway
officials.
One
of
them,
whom
I
had
cured
of
a
long
and
painful
illness,
was
always
eager
to
recommend
me
to
others.
One
morning,
just
before
seven,
my
maid
knocked
on
my
door
to
tell
me
that
two
men
from
Paddington
were
waiting
in
the
consulting
room.
I
dressed
quickly,
knowing
railway
cases
were
rarely
minor,
and
hurried
downstairs.
As
I
descended,
my
old
friend,
the
guard,
stepped
out
of
the
room
and
closed
the
door
firmly
behind
him.
“I’ve
got
him
here,”
he
whispered,
gesturing
over
his
shoulder.
“He’s
all
right.”
“What
is
it,
then?”
I
asked,
curious
about
his
secretive
manner,
as
if
he
had
trapped
some
wild
creature
in
my
room.
“It’s
a
new
patient,”
he
whispered.
“I
thought
I’d
bring
him
myself,
so
he
couldn’t
escape.
There
he
is,
safe
and
sound.
I
must
go
now,
Doctor;
I
have
my
duties,
just
like
you.”
And
with
that,
he
left,
not
giving
me
a
chance
to
thank
him.
I
entered
the
consulting
room
and
saw
a
gentleman
sitting
by
the
table.
He
was
dressed
in
a
quiet
suit
of
heather
tweed
and
had
placed
his
soft
cloth
cap
on
my
books.
One
of
his
hands
was
wrapped
in
a
bloodstained
handkerchief.
He
was
young,
perhaps
twenty-five,
with
a
strong
face,
but
he
looked
pale
and
seemed
to
be
struggling
with
some
intense
emotion.
“I’m
sorry
to
disturb
you
so
early,
Doctor,”
he
said,
“but
I
had
a
serious
accident
last
night.
I
took
the
train
this
morning,
and
at
Paddington,
a
kind
man
brought
me
here.
I
gave
the
maid
a
card,
but
she
left
it
on
the
side
table.”
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