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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Copper Beeches
Capítulo 12, Página 22
“Excellent!
We
shall
then
look
thoroughly
into
the
affair.
Of
course
there
is
only
one
feasible
explanation.
You
have
been
brought
there
to
personate
someone,
and
the
real
person
is
imprisoned
in
this
chamber.
That
is
obvious.
As
to
who
this
prisoner
is,
I
have
no
doubt
that
it
is
the
daughter,
Miss
Alice
Rucastle,
if
I
remember
right,
who
was
said
to
have
gone
to
America.
You
were
chosen,
doubtless,
as
resembling
her
in
height,
figure,
and
the
colour
of
your
hair.
Hers
had
been
cut
off,
very
possibly
in
some
illness
through
which
she
has
passed,
and
so,
of
course,
yours
had
to
be
sacrificed
also.
By
a
curious
chance
you
came
upon
her
tresses.
The
man
in
the
road
was
undoubtedly
some
friend
of
hers—possibly
her
fiancé—and
no
doubt,
as
you
wore
the
girl’s
dress
and
were
so
like
her,
he
was
convinced
from
your
laughter,
whenever
he
saw
you,
and
afterwards
from
your
gesture,
that
Miss
Rucastle
was
perfectly
happy,
and
that
she
no
longer
desired
his
attentions.
The
dog
is
let
loose
at
night
to
prevent
him
from
endeavouring
to
communicate
with
her.
So
much
is
fairly
clear.
The
most
serious
point
in
the
case
is
the
disposition
of
the
child.”
“What
on
earth
has
that
to
do
with
it?”
I
ejaculated.
“My
dear
Watson,
you
as
a
medical
man
are
continually
gaining
light
as
to
the
tendencies
of
a
child
by
the
study
of
the
parents.
Don’t
you
see
that
the
converse
is
equally
valid.
I
have
frequently
gained
my
first
real
insight
into
the
character
of
parents
by
studying
their
children.
This
child’s
disposition
is
abnormally
cruel,
merely
for
cruelty’s
sake,
and
whether
he
derives
this
from
his
smiling
father,
as
I
should
suspect,
or
from
his
mother,
it
bodes
evil
for
the
poor
girl
who
is
in
their
power.”
“I
am
sure
that
you
are
right,
Mr.
Holmes,”
cried
our
client.
“A
thousand
things
come
back
to
me
which
make
me
certain
that
you
have
hit
it.
Oh,
let
us
lose
not
an
instant
in
bringing
help
to
this
poor
creature.”
“We
must
be
circumspect,
for
we
are
dealing
with
a
very
cunning
man.
We
can
do
nothing
until
seven
o’clock.
At
that
hour
we
shall
be
with
you,
and
it
will
not
be
long
before
we
solve
the
mystery.”
We
were
as
good
as
our
word,
for
it
was
just
seven
when
we
reached
the
Copper
Beeches,
having
put
up
our
trap
at
a
wayside
public-house.
The
group
of
trees,
with
their
dark
leaves
shining
like
burnished
metal
in
the
light
of
the
setting
sun,
were
sufficient
to
mark
the
house
even
had
Miss
Hunter
not
been
standing
smiling
on
the
door-step.
“Have
you
managed
it?”
asked
Holmes.
A
loud
thudding
noise
came
from
somewhere
downstairs.
“That
is
Mrs.
Toller
in
the
cellar,”
said
she.
“Her
husband
lies
snoring
on
the
kitchen
rug.
Here
are
his
keys,
which
are
the
duplicates
of
Mr.
Rucastle’s.”
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