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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Five Orange Pips
Capítulo 5, Página 9
“On
the
third
day
after
the
coming
of
the
letter
my
father
went
from
home
to
visit
an
old
friend
of
his,
Major
Freebody,
who
is
in
command
of
one
of
the
forts
upon
Portsdown
Hill.
I
was
glad
that
he
should
go,
for
it
seemed
to
me
that
he
was
farther
from
danger
when
he
was
away
from
home.
In
that,
however,
I
was
in
error.
Upon
the
second
day
of
his
absence
I
received
a
telegram
from
the
major,
imploring
me
to
come
at
once.
My
father
had
fallen
over
one
of
the
deep
chalk-pits
which
abound
in
the
neighbourhood,
and
was
lying
senseless,
with
a
shattered
skull.
I
hurried
to
him,
but
he
passed
away
without
having
ever
recovered
his
consciousness.
He
had,
as
it
appears,
been
returning
from
Fareham
in
the
twilight,
and
as
the
country
was
unknown
to
him,
and
the
chalk-pit
unfenced,
the
jury
had
no
hesitation
in
bringing
in
a
verdict
of
‘death
from
accidental
causes.’
Carefully
as
I
examined
every
fact
connected
with
his
death,
I
was
unable
to
find
anything
which
could
suggest
the
idea
of
murder.
There
were
no
signs
of
violence,
no
footmarks,
no
robbery,
no
record
of
strangers
having
been
seen
upon
the
roads.
And
yet
I
need
not
tell
you
that
my
mind
was
far
from
at
ease,
and
that
I
was
well-nigh
certain
that
some
foul
plot
had
been
woven
round
him.”
“In
this
sinister
way
I
came
into
my
inheritance.
You
will
ask
me
why
I
did
not
dispose
of
it?
I
answer,
because
I
was
well
convinced
that
our
troubles
were
in
some
way
dependent
upon
an
incident
in
my
uncle’s
life,
and
that
the
danger
would
be
as
pressing
in
one
house
as
in
another.”
“It
was
in
January,
’85,
that
my
poor
father
met
his
end,
and
two
years
and
eight
months
have
elapsed
since
then.
During
that
time
I
have
lived
happily
at
Horsham,
and
I
had
begun
to
hope
that
this
curse
had
passed
away
from
the
family,
and
that
it
had
ended
with
the
last
generation.
I
had
begun
to
take
comfort
too
soon,
however;
yesterday
morning
the
blow
fell
in
the
very
shape
in
which
it
had
come
upon
my
father.”
The
young
man
took
from
his
waistcoat
a
crumpled
envelope,
and
turning
to
the
table
he
shook
out
upon
it
five
little
dried
orange
pips.
“This
is
the
envelope,”
he
continued.
“The
postmark
is
London—eastern
division.
Within
are
the
very
words
which
were
upon
my
father’s
last
message:
‘K.
K.
K.’;
and
then
‘Put
the
papers
on
the
sundial.’”
“What
have
you
done?”
asked
Holmes.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
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