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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Boscombe Valley Mystery
Capítulo 4, Página 27
“When
I
went
down
there
I
found
him
talking
with
his
son,
so
I
smoked
a
cigar
and
waited
behind
a
tree
until
he
should
be
alone.
But
as
I
listened
to
his
talk
all
that
was
black
and
bitter
in
me
seemed
to
come
uppermost.
He
was
urging
his
son
to
marry
my
daughter
with
as
little
regard
for
what
she
might
think
as
if
she
were
a
slut
from
off
the
streets.
It
drove
me
mad
to
think
that
I
and
all
that
I
held
most
dear
should
be
in
the
power
of
such
a
man
as
this.
Could
I
not
snap
the
bond?
I
was
already
a
dying
and
a
desperate
man.
Though
clear
of
mind
and
fairly
strong
of
limb,
I
knew
that
my
own
fate
was
sealed.
But
my
memory
and
my
girl!
Both
could
be
saved
if
I
could
but
silence
that
foul
tongue.
I
did
it,
Mr.
Holmes.
I
would
do
it
again.
Deeply
as
I
have
sinned,
I
have
led
a
life
of
martyrdom
to
atone
for
it.
But
that
my
girl
should
be
entangled
in
the
same
meshes
which
held
me
was
more
than
I
could
suffer.
I
struck
him
down
with
no
more
compunction
than
if
he
had
been
some
foul
and
venomous
beast.
His
cry
brought
back
his
son;
but
I
had
gained
the
cover
of
the
wood,
though
I
was
forced
to
go
back
to
fetch
the
cloak
which
I
had
dropped
in
my
flight.
That
is
the
true
story,
gentlemen,
of
all
that
occurred.”
“Well,
it
is
not
for
me
to
judge
you,”
said
Holmes
as
the
old
man
signed
the
statement
which
had
been
drawn
out.
“I
pray
that
we
may
never
be
exposed
to
such
a
temptation.”
“I
pray
not,
sir.
And
what
do
you
intend
to
do?”
“In
view
of
your
health,
nothing.
You
are
yourself
aware
that
you
will
soon
have
to
answer
for
your
deed
at
a
higher
court
than
the
Assizes.
I
will
keep
your
confession,
and
if
McCarthy
is
condemned
I
shall
be
forced
to
use
it.
If
not,
it
shall
never
be
seen
by
mortal
eye;
and
your
secret,
whether
you
be
alive
or
dead,
shall
be
safe
with
us.”
“Farewell,
then,”
said
the
old
man
solemnly.
“Your
own
deathbeds,
when
they
come,
will
be
the
easier
for
the
thought
of
the
peace
which
you
have
given
to
mine.”
Tottering
and
shaking
in
all
his
giant
frame,
he
stumbled
slowly
from
the
room.
“God
help
us!”
said
Holmes
after
a
long
silence.
“Why
does
fate
play
such
tricks
with
poor,
helpless
worms?
I
never
hear
of
such
a
case
as
this
that
I
do
not
think
of
Baxter’s
words,
and
say,
‘There,
but
for
the
grace
of
God,
goes
Sherlock
Holmes.’”
James
McCarthy
was
acquitted
at
the
Assizes
on
the
strength
of
a
number
of
objections
which
had
been
drawn
out
by
Holmes
and
submitted
to
the
defending
counsel.
Old
Turner
lived
for
seven
months
after
our
interview,
but
he
is
now
dead;
and
there
is
every
prospect
that
the
son
and
daughter
may
come
to
live
happily
together
in
ignorance
of
the
black
cloud
which
rests
upon
their
past.
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