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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Man with the Twisted Lip
Capítulo 6, Página 20
“Never.”
“Had
he
ever
showed
any
signs
of
having
taken
opium?”
“Never.”
“Thank
you,
Mrs.
St.
Clair.
Those
are
the
principal
points
about
which
I
wished
to
be
absolutely
clear.
We
shall
now
have
a
little
supper
and
then
retire,
for
we
may
have
a
very
busy
day
to-morrow.”
A
large
and
comfortable
double-bedded
room
had
been
placed
at
our
disposal,
and
I
was
quickly
between
the
sheets,
for
I
was
weary
after
my
night
of
adventure.
Sherlock
Holmes
was
a
man,
however,
who,
when
he
had
an
unsolved
problem
upon
his
mind,
would
go
for
days,
and
even
for
a
week,
without
rest,
turning
it
over,
rearranging
his
facts,
looking
at
it
from
every
point
of
view
until
he
had
either
fathomed
it
or
convinced
himself
that
his
data
were
insufficient.
It
was
soon
evident
to
me
that
he
was
now
preparing
for
an
all-night
sitting.
He
took
off
his
coat
and
waistcoat,
put
on
a
large
blue
dressing-gown,
and
then
wandered
about
the
room
collecting
pillows
from
his
bed
and
cushions
from
the
sofa
and
armchairs.
With
these
he
constructed
a
sort
of
Eastern
divan,
upon
which
he
perched
himself
cross-legged,
with
an
ounce
of
shag
tobacco
and
a
box
of
matches
laid
out
in
front
of
him.
In
the
dim
light
of
the
lamp
I
saw
him
sitting
there,
an
old
briar
pipe
between
his
lips,
his
eyes
fixed
vacantly
upon
the
corner
of
the
ceiling,
the
blue
smoke
curling
up
from
him,
silent,
motionless,
with
the
light
shining
upon
his
strong-set
aquiline
features.
So
he
sat
as
I
dropped
off
to
sleep,
and
so
he
sat
when
a
sudden
ejaculation
caused
me
to
wake
up,
and
I
found
the
summer
sun
shining
into
the
apartment.
The
pipe
was
still
between
his
lips,
the
smoke
still
curled
upward,
and
the
room
was
full
of
a
dense
tobacco
haze,
but
nothing
remained
of
the
heap
of
shag
which
I
had
seen
upon
the
previous
night.
“Awake,
Watson?”
he
asked.
“Yes.”
“Game
for
a
morning
drive?”
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