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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Man with the Twisted Lip
Capítulo 6, Página 26
“If
I
am
Mr.
Neville
St.
Clair,
then
it
is
obvious
that
no
crime
has
been
committed,
and
that,
therefore,
I
am
illegally
detained.”
“No
crime,
but
a
very
great
error
has
been
committed,”
said
Holmes.
“You
would
have
done
better
to
have
trusted
your
wife.”
“It
was
not
the
wife;
it
was
the
children,”
groaned
the
prisoner.
“God
help
me,
I
would
not
have
them
ashamed
of
their
father.
My
God!
What
an
exposure!
What
can
I
do?”
Sherlock
Holmes
sat
down
beside
him
on
the
couch
and
patted
him
kindly
on
the
shoulder.
“If
you
leave
it
to
a
court
of
law
to
clear
the
matter
up,”
said
he,
“of
course
you
can
hardly
avoid
publicity.
On
the
other
hand,
if
you
convince
the
police
authorities
that
there
is
no
possible
case
against
you,
I
do
not
know
that
there
is
any
reason
that
the
details
should
find
their
way
into
the
papers.
Inspector
Bradstreet
would,
I
am
sure,
make
notes
upon
anything
which
you
might
tell
us
and
submit
it
to
the
proper
authorities.
The
case
would
then
never
go
into
court
at
all.”
“God
bless
you!”
cried
the
prisoner
passionately.
“I
would
have
endured
imprisonment,
ay,
even
execution,
rather
than
have
left
my
miserable
secret
as
a
family
blot
to
my
children.”
“You
are
the
first
who
have
ever
heard
my
story.
My
father
was
a
schoolmaster
in
Chesterfield,
where
I
received
an
excellent
education.
I
travelled
in
my
youth,
took
to
the
stage,
and
finally
became
a
reporter
on
an
evening
paper
in
London.
One
day
my
editor
wished
to
have
a
series
of
articles
upon
begging
in
the
metropolis,
and
I
volunteered
to
supply
them.
There
was
the
point
from
which
all
my
adventures
started.
It
was
only
by
trying
begging
as
an
amateur
that
I
could
get
the
facts
upon
which
to
base
my
articles.
When
an
actor
I
had,
of
course,
learned
all
the
secrets
of
making
up,
and
had
been
famous
in
the
green-room
for
my
skill.
I
took
advantage
now
of
my
attainments.
I
painted
my
face,
and
to
make
myself
as
pitiable
as
possible
I
made
a
good
scar
and
fixed
one
side
of
my
lip
in
a
twist
by
the
aid
of
a
small
slip
of
flesh-coloured
plaster.
Then
with
a
red
head
of
hair,
and
an
appropriate
dress,
I
took
my
station
in
the
business
part
of
the
city,
ostensibly
as
a
match-seller
but
really
as
a
beggar.
For
seven
hours
I
plied
my
trade,
and
when
I
returned
home
in
the
evening
I
found
to
my
surprise
that
I
had
received
no
less
than
26s.
4d.”
“I
wrote
my
articles
and
thought
little
more
of
the
matter
until,
some
time
later,
I
backed
a
bill
for
a
friend
and
had
a
writ
served
upon
me
for
£
25.
I
was
at
my
wit’s
end
where
to
get
the
money,
but
a
sudden
idea
came
to
me.
I
begged
a
fortnight’s
grace
from
the
creditor,
asked
for
a
holiday
from
my
employers,
and
spent
the
time
in
begging
in
the
City
under
my
disguise.
In
ten
days
I
had
the
money
and
had
paid
the
debt.”
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