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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Man with the Twisted Lip
Capítulo 6, Página 24
“Would
you?
That
is
easily
done.
Come
this
way.
You
can
leave
your
bag.”
“No,
I
think
that
I’ll
take
it.”
“Very
good.
Come
this
way,
if
you
please.”
He
led
us
down
a
passage,
opened
a
barred
door,
passed
down
a
winding
stair,
and
brought
us
to
a
whitewashed
corridor
with
a
line
of
doors
on
each
side.
“The
third
on
the
right
is
his,”
said
the
inspector.
“Here
it
is!”
He
quietly
shot
back
a
panel
in
the
upper
part
of
the
door
and
glanced
through.
“He
is
asleep,”
said
he.
“You
can
see
him
very
well.”
We
both
put
our
eyes
to
the
grating.
The
prisoner
lay
with
his
face
towards
us,
in
a
very
deep
sleep,
breathing
slowly
and
heavily.
He
was
a
middle-sized
man,
coarsely
clad
as
became
his
calling,
with
a
coloured
shirt
protruding
through
the
rent
in
his
tattered
coat.
He
was,
as
the
inspector
had
said,
extremely
dirty,
but
the
grime
which
covered
his
face
could
not
conceal
its
repulsive
ugliness.
A
broad
wheal
from
an
old
scar
ran
right
across
it
from
eye
to
chin,
and
by
its
contraction
had
turned
up
one
side
of
the
upper
lip,
so
that
three
teeth
were
exposed
in
a
perpetual
snarl.
A
shock
of
very
bright
red
hair
grew
low
over
his
eyes
and
forehead.
“He’s
a
beauty,
isn’t
he?”
said
the
inspector.
“He
certainly
needs
a
wash,”
remarked
Holmes.
“I
had
an
idea
that
he
might,
and
I
took
the
liberty
of
bringing
the
tools
with
me.”
He
opened
the
Gladstone
bag
as
he
spoke,
and
took
out,
to
my
astonishment,
a
very
large
bath-sponge.
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