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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Copper Beeches
Capítulo 12, Página 17
“You
will
find
it
rather
disconnected,
I
fear,
and
there
may
prove
to
be
little
relation
between
the
different
incidents
of
which
I
speak.
On
the
very
first
day
that
I
was
at
the
Copper
Beeches,
Mr.
Rucastle
took
me
to
a
small
outhouse
which
stands
near
the
kitchen
door.
As
we
approached
it
I
heard
the
sharp
rattling
of
a
chain,
and
the
sound
as
of
a
large
animal
moving
about.”
“‘Look
in
here!’
said
Mr.
Rucastle,
showing
me
a
slit
between
two
planks.
‘Is
he
not
a
beauty?’”
“I
looked
through
and
was
conscious
of
two
glowing
eyes,
and
of
a
vague
figure
huddled
up
in
the
darkness.”
“‘Don’t
be
frightened,’
said
my
employer,
laughing
at
the
start
which
I
had
given.
‘It’s
only
Carlo,
my
mastiff.
I
call
him
mine,
but
really
old
Toller,
my
groom,
is
the
only
man
who
can
do
anything
with
him.
We
feed
him
once
a
day,
and
not
too
much
then,
so
that
he
is
always
as
keen
as
mustard.
Toller
lets
him
loose
every
night,
and
God
help
the
trespasser
whom
he
lays
his
fangs
upon.
For
goodness’
sake
don’t
you
ever
on
any
pretext
set
your
foot
over
the
threshold
at
night,
for
it’s
as
much
as
your
life
is
worth.’”
“The
warning
was
no
idle
one,
for
two
nights
later
I
happened
to
look
out
of
my
bedroom
window
about
two
o’clock
in
the
morning.
It
was
a
beautiful
moonlight
night,
and
the
lawn
in
front
of
the
house
was
silvered
over
and
almost
as
bright
as
day.
I
was
standing,
rapt
in
the
peaceful
beauty
of
the
scene,
when
I
was
aware
that
something
was
moving
under
the
shadow
of
the
copper
beeches.
As
it
emerged
into
the
moonshine
I
saw
what
it
was.
It
was
a
giant
dog,
as
large
as
a
calf,
tawny
tinted,
with
hanging
jowl,
black
muzzle,
and
huge
projecting
bones.
It
walked
slowly
across
the
lawn
and
vanished
into
the
shadow
upon
the
other
side.
That
dreadful
sentinel
sent
a
chill
to
my
heart
which
I
do
not
think
that
any
burglar
could
have
done.”
“And
now
I
have
a
very
strange
experience
to
tell
you.
I
had,
as
you
know,
cut
off
my
hair
in
London,
and
I
had
placed
it
in
a
great
coil
at
the
bottom
of
my
trunk.
One
evening,
after
the
child
was
in
bed,
I
began
to
amuse
myself
by
examining
the
furniture
of
my
room
and
by
rearranging
my
own
little
things.
There
was
an
old
chest
of
drawers
in
the
room,
the
two
upper
ones
empty
and
open,
the
lower
one
locked.
I
had
filled
the
first
two
with
my
linen,
and
as
I
had
still
much
to
pack
away
I
was
naturally
annoyed
at
not
having
the
use
of
the
third
drawer.
It
struck
me
that
it
might
have
been
fastened
by
a
mere
oversight,
so
I
took
out
my
bunch
of
keys
and
tried
to
open
it.
The
very
first
key
fitted
to
perfection,
and
I
drew
the
drawer
open.
There
was
only
one
thing
in
it,
but
I
am
sure
that
you
would
never
guess
what
it
was.
It
was
my
coil
of
hair.”
“I
took
it
up
and
examined
it.
It
was
of
the
same
peculiar
tint,
and
the
same
thickness.
But
then
the
impossibility
of
the
thing
obtruded
itself
upon
me.
How
could
my
hair
have
been
locked
in
the
drawer?
With
trembling
hands
I
undid
my
trunk,
turned
out
the
contents,
and
drew
from
the
bottom
my
own
hair.
I
laid
the
two
tresses
together,
and
I
assure
you
that
they
were
identical.
Was
it
not
extraordinary?
Puzzle
as
I
would,
I
could
make
nothing
at
all
of
what
it
meant.
I
returned
the
strange
hair
to
the
drawer,
and
I
said
nothing
of
the
matter
to
the
Rucastles
as
I
felt
that
I
had
put
myself
in
the
wrong
by
opening
a
drawer
which
they
had
locked.”
“I
am
naturally
observant,
as
you
may
have
remarked,
Mr.
Holmes,
and
I
soon
had
a
pretty
good
plan
of
the
whole
house
in
my
head.
There
was
one
wing,
however,
which
appeared
not
to
be
inhabited
at
all.
A
door
which
faced
that
which
led
into
the
quarters
of
the
Tollers
opened
into
this
suite,
but
it
was
invariably
locked.
One
day,
however,
as
I
ascended
the
stair,
I
met
Mr.
Rucastle
coming
out
through
this
door,
his
keys
in
his
hand,
and
a
look
on
his
face
which
made
him
a
very
different
person
to
the
round,
jovial
man
to
whom
I
was
accustomed.
His
cheeks
were
red,
his
brow
was
all
crinkled
with
anger,
and
the
veins
stood
out
at
his
temples
with
passion.
He
locked
the
door
and
hurried
past
me
without
a
word
or
a
look.”
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