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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Man with the Twisted Lip
Capítulo 6, Página 21
“Certainly.”
“Then
dress.
No
one
is
stirring
yet,
but
I
know
where
the
stable-boy
sleeps,
and
we
shall
soon
have
the
trap
out.”
He
chuckled
to
himself
as
he
spoke,
his
eyes
twinkled,
and
he
seemed
a
different
man
to
the
sombre
thinker
of
the
previous
night.
As
I
dressed
I
glanced
at
my
watch.
It
was
no
wonder
that
no
one
was
stirring.
It
was
twenty-five
minutes
past
four.
I
had
hardly
finished
when
Holmes
returned
with
the
news
that
the
boy
was
putting
in
the
horse.
“I
want
to
test
a
little
theory
of
mine,”
said
he,
pulling
on
his
boots.
“I
think,
Watson,
that
you
are
now
standing
in
the
presence
of
one
of
the
most
absolute
fools
in
Europe.
I
deserve
to
be
kicked
from
here
to
Charing
Cross.
But
I
think
I
have
the
key
of
the
affair
now.”
“And
where
is
it?”
I
asked,
smiling.
“In
the
bathroom,”
he
answered.
“Oh,
yes,
I
am
not
joking,”
he
continued,
seeing
my
look
of
incredulity.
“I
have
just
been
there,
and
I
have
taken
it
out,
and
I
have
got
it
in
this
Gladstone
bag.
Come
on,
my
boy,
and
we
shall
see
whether
it
will
not
fit
the
lock.”
We
made
our
way
downstairs
as
quietly
as
possible,
and
out
into
the
bright
morning
sunshine.
In
the
road
stood
our
horse
and
trap,
with
the
half-clad
stable-boy
waiting
at
the
head.
We
both
sprang
in,
and
away
we
dashed
down
the
London
Road.
A
few
country
carts
were
stirring,
bearing
in
vegetables
to
the
metropolis,
but
the
lines
of
villas
on
either
side
were
as
silent
and
lifeless
as
some
city
in
a
dream.
“It
has
been
in
some
points
a
singular
case,”
said
Holmes,
flicking
the
horse
on
into
a
gallop.
“I
confess
that
I
have
been
as
blind
as
a
mole,
but
it
is
better
to
learn
wisdom
late
than
never
to
learn
it
at
all.”
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