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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Boscombe Valley Mystery
Capítulo 4, Página 26
“It’s
as
well,”
said
the
old
man;
“it’s
a
question
whether
I
shall
live
to
the
Assizes,
so
it
matters
little
to
me,
but
I
should
wish
to
spare
Alice
the
shock.
And
now
I
will
make
the
thing
clear
to
you;
it
has
been
a
long
time
in
the
acting,
but
will
not
take
me
long
to
tell.”
“You
didn’t
know
this
dead
man,
McCarthy.
He
was
a
devil
incarnate.
I
tell
you
that.
God
keep
you
out
of
the
clutches
of
such
a
man
as
he.
His
grip
has
been
upon
me
these
twenty
years,
and
he
has
blasted
my
life.
I’ll
tell
you
first
how
I
came
to
be
in
his
power.”
“It
was
in
the
early
’60’s
at
the
diggings.
I
was
a
young
chap
then,
hot-blooded
and
reckless,
ready
to
turn
my
hand
at
anything;
I
got
among
bad
companions,
took
to
drink,
had
no
luck
with
my
claim,
took
to
the
bush,
and
in
a
word
became
what
you
would
call
over
here
a
highway
robber.
There
were
six
of
us,
and
we
had
a
wild,
free
life
of
it,
sticking
up
a
station
from
time
to
time,
or
stopping
the
wagons
on
the
road
to
the
diggings.
Black
Jack
of
Ballarat
was
the
name
I
went
under,
and
our
party
is
still
remembered
in
the
colony
as
the
Ballarat
Gang.”
“One
day
a
gold
convoy
came
down
from
Ballarat
to
Melbourne,
and
we
lay
in
wait
for
it
and
attacked
it.
There
were
six
troopers
and
six
of
us,
so
it
was
a
close
thing,
but
we
emptied
four
of
their
saddles
at
the
first
volley.
Three
of
our
boys
were
killed,
however,
before
we
got
the
swag.
I
put
my
pistol
to
the
head
of
the
wagon-driver,
who
was
this
very
man
McCarthy.
I
wish
to
the
Lord
that
I
had
shot
him
then,
but
I
spared
him,
though
I
saw
his
wicked
little
eyes
fixed
on
my
face,
as
though
to
remember
every
feature.
We
got
away
with
the
gold,
became
wealthy
men,
and
made
our
way
over
to
England
without
being
suspected.
There
I
parted
from
my
old
pals
and
determined
to
settle
down
to
a
quiet
and
respectable
life.
I
bought
this
estate,
which
chanced
to
be
in
the
market,
and
I
set
myself
to
do
a
little
good
with
my
money,
to
make
up
for
the
way
in
which
I
had
earned
it.
I
married,
too,
and
though
my
wife
died
young
she
left
me
my
dear
little
Alice.
Even
when
she
was
just
a
baby
her
wee
hand
seemed
to
lead
me
down
the
right
path
as
nothing
else
had
ever
done.
In
a
word,
I
turned
over
a
new
leaf
and
did
my
best
to
make
up
for
the
past.
All
was
going
well
when
McCarthy
laid
his
grip
upon
me.”
“I
had
gone
up
to
town
about
an
investment,
and
I
met
him
in
Regent
Street
with
hardly
a
coat
to
his
back
or
a
boot
to
his
foot.”
“‘Here
we
are,
Jack,’
says
he,
touching
me
on
the
arm;
‘we’ll
be
as
good
as
a
family
to
you.
There’s
two
of
us,
me
and
my
son,
and
you
can
have
the
keeping
of
us.
If
you
don’t—it’s
a
fine,
law-abiding
country
is
England,
and
there’s
always
a
policeman
within
hail.’”
“Well,
down
they
came
to
the
west
country,
there
was
no
shaking
them
off,
and
there
they
have
lived
rent
free
on
my
best
land
ever
since.
There
was
no
rest
for
me,
no
peace,
no
forgetfulness;
turn
where
I
would,
there
was
his
cunning,
grinning
face
at
my
elbow.
It
grew
worse
as
Alice
grew
up,
for
he
soon
saw
I
was
more
afraid
of
her
knowing
my
past
than
of
the
police.
Whatever
he
wanted
he
must
have,
and
whatever
it
was
I
gave
him
without
question,
land,
money,
houses,
until
at
last
he
asked
a
thing
which
I
could
not
give.
He
asked
for
Alice.”
“His
son,
you
see,
had
grown
up,
and
so
had
my
girl,
and
as
I
was
known
to
be
in
weak
health,
it
seemed
a
fine
stroke
to
him
that
his
lad
should
step
into
the
whole
property.
But
there
I
was
firm.
I
would
not
have
his
cursed
stock
mixed
with
mine;
not
that
I
had
any
dislike
to
the
lad,
but
his
blood
was
in
him,
and
that
was
enough.
I
stood
firm.
McCarthy
threatened.
I
braved
him
to
do
his
worst.
We
were
to
meet
at
the
pool
midway
between
our
houses
to
talk
it
over.”
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