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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Boscombe Valley Mystery
Capítulo 4, Página 5
I
shook
my
head.
“Many
men
have
been
hanged
on
far
slighter
evidence,”
I
remarked.
“So
they
have.
And
many
men
have
been
wrongfully
hanged.”
“What
is
the
young
man’s
own
account
of
the
matter?”
“It
is,
I
am
afraid,
not
very
encouraging
to
his
supporters,
though
there
are
one
or
two
points
in
it
which
are
suggestive.
You
will
find
it
here,
and
may
read
it
for
yourself.”
He
picked
out
from
his
bundle
a
copy
of
the
local
Herefordshire
paper,
and
having
turned
down
the
sheet
he
pointed
out
the
paragraph
in
which
the
unfortunate
young
man
had
given
his
own
statement
of
what
had
occurred.
I
settled
myself
down
in
the
corner
of
the
carriage
and
read
it
very
carefully.
It
ran
in
this
way:
“Mr.
James
McCarthy,
the
only
son
of
the
deceased,
was
then
called
and
gave
evidence
as
follows:
‘I
had
been
away
from
home
for
three
days
at
Bristol,
and
had
only
just
returned
upon
the
morning
of
last
Monday,
the
3rd.
My
father
was
absent
from
home
at
the
time
of
my
arrival,
and
I
was
informed
by
the
maid
that
he
had
driven
over
to
Ross
with
John
Cobb,
the
groom.
Shortly
after
my
return
I
heard
the
wheels
of
his
trap
in
the
yard,
and,
looking
out
of
my
window,
I
saw
him
get
out
and
walk
rapidly
out
of
the
yard,
though
I
was
not
aware
in
which
direction
he
was
going.
I
then
took
my
gun
and
strolled
out
in
the
direction
of
the
Boscombe
Pool,
with
the
intention
of
visiting
the
rabbit
warren
which
is
upon
the
other
side.
On
my
way
I
saw
William
Crowder,
the
game-keeper,
as
he
had
stated
in
his
evidence;
but
he
is
mistaken
in
thinking
that
I
was
following
my
father.
I
had
no
idea
that
he
was
in
front
of
me.
When
about
a
hundred
yards
from
the
pool
I
heard
a
cry
of
“Cooee!”
which
was
a
usual
signal
between
my
father
and
myself.
I
then
hurried
forward,
and
found
him
standing
by
the
pool.
He
appeared
to
be
much
surprised
at
seeing
me
and
asked
me
rather
roughly
what
I
was
doing
there.
A
conversation
ensued
which
led
to
high
words
and
almost
to
blows,
for
my
father
was
a
man
of
a
very
violent
temper.
Seeing
that
his
passion
was
becoming
ungovernable,
I
left
him
and
returned
towards
Hatherley
Farm.
I
had
not
gone
more
than
150
yards,
however,
when
I
heard
a
hideous
outcry
behind
me,
which
caused
me
to
run
back
again.
I
found
my
father
expiring
upon
the
ground,
with
his
head
terribly
injured.
I
dropped
my
gun
and
held
him
in
my
arms,
but
he
almost
instantly
expired.
I
knelt
beside
him
for
some
minutes,
and
then
made
my
way
to
Mr.
Turner’s
lodge-keeper,
his
house
being
the
nearest,
to
ask
for
assistance.
I
saw
no
one
near
my
father
when
I
returned,
and
I
have
no
idea
how
he
came
by
his
injuries.
He
was
not
a
popular
man,
being
somewhat
cold
and
forbidding
in
his
manners,
but
he
had,
as
far
as
I
know,
no
active
enemies.
I
know
nothing
further
of
the
matter.’”
“The
Coroner:
Did
your
father
make
any
statement
to
you
before
he
died?”
“Witness:
He
mumbled
a
few
words,
but
I
could
only
catch
some
allusion
to
a
rat.”
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