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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle
Capítulo 7, Página 24
Ryder
threw
himself
down
suddenly
upon
the
rug
and
clutched
at
my
companion’s
knees.
“For
God’s
sake,
have
mercy!”
he
shrieked.
“Think
of
my
father!
Of
my
mother!
It
would
break
their
hearts.
I
never
went
wrong
before!
I
never
will
again.
I
swear
it.
I’ll
swear
it
on
a
Bible.
Oh,
don’t
bring
it
into
court!
For
Christ’s
sake,
don’t!”
“Get
back
into
your
chair!”
said
Holmes
sternly.
“It
is
very
well
to
cringe
and
crawl
now,
but
you
thought
little
enough
of
this
poor
Horner
in
the
dock
for
a
crime
of
which
he
knew
nothing.”
“I
will
fly,
Mr.
Holmes.
I
will
leave
the
country,
sir.
Then
the
charge
against
him
will
break
down.”
“Hum!
We
will
talk
about
that.
And
now
let
us
hear
a
true
account
of
the
next
act.
How
came
the
stone
into
the
goose,
and
how
came
the
goose
into
the
open
market?
Tell
us
the
truth,
for
there
lies
your
only
hope
of
safety.”
Ryder
passed
his
tongue
over
his
parched
lips.
“I
will
tell
you
it
just
as
it
happened,
sir,”
said
he.
“When
Horner
had
been
arrested,
it
seemed
to
me
that
it
would
be
best
for
me
to
get
away
with
the
stone
at
once,
for
I
did
not
know
at
what
moment
the
police
might
not
take
it
into
their
heads
to
search
me
and
my
room.
There
was
no
place
about
the
hotel
where
it
would
be
safe.
I
went
out,
as
if
on
some
commission,
and
I
made
for
my
sister’s
house.
She
had
married
a
man
named
Oakshott,
and
lived
in
Brixton
Road,
where
she
fattened
fowls
for
the
market.
All
the
way
there
every
man
I
met
seemed
to
me
to
be
a
policeman
or
a
detective;
and,
for
all
that
it
was
a
cold
night,
the
sweat
was
pouring
down
my
face
before
I
came
to
the
Brixton
Road.
My
sister
asked
me
what
was
the
matter,
and
why
I
was
so
pale;
but
I
told
her
that
I
had
been
upset
by
the
jewel
robbery
at
the
hotel.
Then
I
went
into
the
back
yard
and
smoked
a
pipe
and
wondered
what
it
would
be
best
to
do.
“I
had
a
friend
once
called
Maudsley,
who
went
to
the
bad,
and
has
just
been
serving
his
time
in
Pentonville.
One
day
he
had
met
me,
and
fell
into
talk
about
the
ways
of
thieves,
and
how
they
could
get
rid
of
what
they
stole.
I
knew
that
he
would
be
true
to
me,
for
I
knew
one
or
two
things
about
him;
so
I
made
up
my
mind
to
go
right
on
to
Kilburn,
where
he
lived,
and
take
him
into
my
confidence.
He
would
show
me
how
to
turn
the
stone
into
money.
But
how
to
get
to
him
in
safety?
I
thought
of
the
agonies
I
had
gone
through
in
coming
from
the
hotel.
I
might
at
any
moment
be
seized
and
searched,
and
there
would
be
the
stone
in
my
waistcoat
pocket.
I
was
leaning
against
the
wall
at
the
time
and
looking
at
the
geese
which
were
waddling
about
round
my
feet,
and
suddenly
an
idea
came
into
my
head
which
showed
me
how
I
could
beat
the
best
detective
that
ever
lived.”
“My
sister
had
told
me
some
weeks
before
that
I
might
have
the
pick
of
her
geese
for
a
Christmas
present,
and
I
knew
that
she
was
always
as
good
as
her
word.
I
would
take
my
goose
now,
and
in
it
I
would
carry
my
stone
to
Kilburn.
There
was
a
little
shed
in
the
yard,
and
behind
this
I
drove
one
of
the
birds—a
fine
big
one,
white,
with
a
barred
tail.
I
caught
it,
and
prying
its
bill
open,
I
thrust
the
stone
down
its
throat
as
far
as
my
finger
could
reach.
The
bird
gave
a
gulp,
and
I
felt
the
stone
pass
along
its
gullet
and
down
into
its
crop.
But
the
creature
flapped
and
struggled,
and
out
came
my
sister
to
know
what
was
the
matter.
As
I
turned
to
speak
to
her
the
brute
broke
loose
and
fluttered
off
among
the
others.”
“‘Whatever
were
you
doing
with
that
bird,
Jem?’
says
she.”
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