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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Man with the Twisted Lip
Capítulo 6, Página 5
It
was
difficult
to
refuse
any
of
Sherlock
Holmes’
requests,
for
they
were
always
so
exceedingly
definite,
and
put
forward
with
such
a
quiet
air
of
mastery.
I
felt,
however,
that
when
Whitney
was
once
confined
in
the
cab
my
mission
was
practically
accomplished;
and
for
the
rest,
I
could
not
wish
anything
better
than
to
be
associated
with
my
friend
in
one
of
those
singular
adventures
which
were
the
normal
condition
of
his
existence.
In
a
few
minutes
I
had
written
my
note,
paid
Whitney’s
bill,
led
him
out
to
the
cab,
and
seen
him
driven
through
the
darkness.
In
a
very
short
time
a
decrepit
figure
had
emerged
from
the
opium
den,
and
I
was
walking
down
the
street
with
Sherlock
Holmes.
For
two
streets
he
shuffled
along
with
a
bent
back
and
an
uncertain
foot.
Then,
glancing
quickly
round,
he
straightened
himself
out
and
burst
into
a
hearty
fit
of
laughter.
“I
suppose,
Watson,”
said
he,
“that
you
imagine
that
I
have
added
opium-smoking
to
cocaine
injections,
and
all
the
other
little
weaknesses
on
which
you
have
favoured
me
with
your
medical
views.”
“I
was
certainly
surprised
to
find
you
there.”
“But
not
more
so
than
I
to
find
you.”
“I
came
to
find
a
friend.”
“And
I
to
find
an
enemy.”
“An
enemy?”
“Yes;
one
of
my
natural
enemies,
or,
shall
I
say,
my
natural
prey.
Briefly,
Watson,
I
am
in
the
midst
of
a
very
remarkable
inquiry,
and
I
have
hoped
to
find
a
clue
in
the
incoherent
ramblings
of
these
sots,
as
I
have
done
before
now.
Had
I
been
recognised
in
that
den
my
life
would
not
have
been
worth
an
hour’s
purchase;
for
I
have
used
it
before
now
for
my
own
purposes,
and
the
rascally
Lascar
who
runs
it
has
sworn
to
have
vengeance
upon
me.
There
is
a
trap-door
at
the
back
of
that
building,
near
the
corner
of
Paul’s
Wharf,
which
could
tell
some
strange
tales
of
what
has
passed
through
it
upon
the
moonless
nights.”
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