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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Man with the Twisted Lip
Capítulo 6, Página 27
“Well,
you
can
imagine
how
hard
it
was
to
settle
down
to
arduous
work
at
£
2
a
week
when
I
knew
that
I
could
earn
as
much
in
a
day
by
smearing
my
face
with
a
little
paint,
laying
my
cap
on
the
ground,
and
sitting
still.
It
was
a
long
fight
between
my
pride
and
the
money,
but
the
dollars
won
at
last,
and
I
threw
up
reporting
and
sat
day
after
day
in
the
corner
which
I
had
first
chosen,
inspiring
pity
by
my
ghastly
face
and
filling
my
pockets
with
coppers.
Only
one
man
knew
my
secret.
He
was
the
keeper
of
a
low
den
in
which
I
used
to
lodge
in
Swandam
Lane,
where
I
could
every
morning
emerge
as
a
squalid
beggar
and
in
the
evenings
transform
myself
into
a
well-dressed
man
about
town.
This
fellow,
a
Lascar,
was
well
paid
by
me
for
his
rooms,
so
that
I
knew
that
my
secret
was
safe
in
his
possession.”
“Well,
very
soon
I
found
that
I
was
saving
considerable
sums
of
money.
I
do
not
mean
that
any
beggar
in
the
streets
of
London
could
earn
£
700
a
year—which
is
less
than
my
average
takings—but
I
had
exceptional
advantages
in
my
power
of
making
up,
and
also
in
a
facility
of
repartee,
which
improved
by
practice
and
made
me
quite
a
recognised
character
in
the
City.
All
day
a
stream
of
pennies,
varied
by
silver,
poured
in
upon
me,
and
it
was
a
very
bad
day
in
which
I
failed
to
take
£
2.”
“As
I
grew
richer
I
grew
more
ambitious,
took
a
house
in
the
country,
and
eventually
married,
without
anyone
having
a
suspicion
as
to
my
real
occupation.
My
dear
wife
knew
that
I
had
business
in
the
City.
She
little
knew
what.”
“Last
Monday
I
had
finished
for
the
day
and
was
dressing
in
my
room
above
the
opium
den
when
I
looked
out
of
my
window
and
saw,
to
my
horror
and
astonishment,
that
my
wife
was
standing
in
the
street,
with
her
eyes
fixed
full
upon
me.
I
gave
a
cry
of
surprise,
threw
up
my
arms
to
cover
my
face,
and,
rushing
to
my
confidant,
the
Lascar,
entreated
him
to
prevent
anyone
from
coming
up
to
me.
I
heard
her
voice
downstairs,
but
I
knew
that
she
could
not
ascend.
Swiftly
I
threw
off
my
clothes,
pulled
on
those
of
a
beggar,
and
put
on
my
pigments
and
wig.
Even
a
wife’s
eyes
could
not
pierce
so
complete
a
disguise.
But
then
it
occurred
to
me
that
there
might
be
a
search
in
the
room,
and
that
the
clothes
might
betray
me.
I
threw
open
the
window,
reopening
by
my
violence
a
small
cut
which
I
had
inflicted
upon
myself
in
the
bedroom
that
morning.
Then
I
seized
my
coat,
which
was
weighted
by
the
coppers
which
I
had
just
transferred
to
it
from
the
leather
bag
in
which
I
carried
my
takings.
I
hurled
it
out
of
the
window,
and
it
disappeared
into
the
Thames.
The
other
clothes
would
have
followed,
but
at
that
moment
there
was
a
rush
of
constables
up
the
stair,
and
a
few
minutes
after
I
found,
rather,
I
confess,
to
my
relief,
that
instead
of
being
identified
as
Mr.
Neville
St.
Clair,
I
was
arrested
as
his
murderer.”
“I
do
not
know
that
there
is
anything
else
for
me
to
explain.
I
was
determined
to
preserve
my
disguise
as
long
as
possible,
and
hence
my
preference
for
a
dirty
face.
Knowing
that
my
wife
would
be
terribly
anxious,
I
slipped
off
my
ring
and
confided
it
to
the
Lascar
at
a
moment
when
no
constable
was
watching
me,
together
with
a
hurried
scrawl,
telling
her
that
she
had
no
cause
to
fear.”
“That
note
only
reached
her
yesterday,”
said
Holmes.
“Good
God!
What
a
week
she
must
have
spent!”
“The
police
have
watched
this
Lascar,”
said
Inspector
Bradstreet,
“and
I
can
quite
understand
that
he
might
find
it
difficult
to
post
a
letter
unobserved.
Probably
he
handed
it
to
some
sailor
customer
of
his,
who
forgot
all
about
it
for
some
days.”
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