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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Man with the Twisted Lip
Capítulo 6, Página 25
“He!
he!
You
are
a
funny
one,”
chuckled
the
inspector.
“Now,
if
you
will
have
the
great
goodness
to
open
that
door
very
quietly,
we
will
soon
make
him
cut
a
much
more
respectable
figure.”
“Well,
I
don’t
know
why
not,”
said
the
inspector.
“He
doesn’t
look
a
credit
to
the
Bow
Street
cells,
does
he?”
He
slipped
his
key
into
the
lock,
and
we
all
very
quietly
entered
the
cell.
The
sleeper
half
turned,
and
then
settled
down
once
more
into
a
deep
slumber.
Holmes
stooped
to
the
water-jug,
moistened
his
sponge,
and
then
rubbed
it
twice
vigorously
across
and
down
the
prisoner’s
face.
“Let
me
introduce
you,”
he
shouted,
“to
Mr.
Neville
St.
Clair,
of
Lee,
in
the
county
of
Kent.”
Never
in
my
life
have
I
seen
such
a
sight.
The
man’s
face
peeled
off
under
the
sponge
like
the
bark
from
a
tree.
Gone
was
the
coarse
brown
tint!
Gone,
too,
was
the
horrid
scar
which
had
seamed
it
across,
and
the
twisted
lip
which
had
given
the
repulsive
sneer
to
the
face!
A
twitch
brought
away
the
tangled
red
hair,
and
there,
sitting
up
in
his
bed,
was
a
pale,
sad-faced,
refined-looking
man,
black-haired
and
smooth-skinned,
rubbing
his
eyes
and
staring
about
him
with
sleepy
bewilderment.
Then
suddenly
realising
the
exposure,
he
broke
into
a
scream
and
threw
himself
down
with
his
face
to
the
pillow.
“Great
heavens!”
cried
the
inspector,
“it
is,
indeed,
the
missing
man.
I
know
him
from
the
photograph.”
The
prisoner
turned
with
the
reckless
air
of
a
man
who
abandons
himself
to
his
destiny.
“Be
it
so,”
said
he.
“And
pray
what
am
I
charged
with?”
“With
making
away
with
Mr.
Neville
St.—
Oh,
come,
you
can’t
be
charged
with
that
unless
they
make
a
case
of
attempted
suicide
of
it,”
said
the
inspector
with
a
grin.
“Well,
I
have
been
twenty-seven
years
in
the
force,
but
this
really
takes
the
cake.”
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