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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb
Capítulo 9, Página 1
Of
all
the
problems
which
have
been
submitted
to
my
friend,
Mr.
Sherlock
Holmes,
for
solution
during
the
years
of
our
intimacy,
there
were
only
two
which
I
was
the
means
of
introducing
to
his
notice—that
of
Mr.
Hatherley’s
thumb,
and
that
of
Colonel
Warburton’s
madness.
Of
these
the
latter
may
have
afforded
a
finer
field
for
an
acute
and
original
observer,
but
the
other
was
so
strange
in
its
inception
and
so
dramatic
in
its
details
that
it
may
be
the
more
worthy
of
being
placed
upon
record,
even
if
it
gave
my
friend
fewer
openings
for
those
deductive
methods
of
reasoning
by
which
he
achieved
such
remarkable
results.
The
story
has,
I
believe,
been
told
more
than
once
in
the
newspapers,
but,
like
all
such
narratives,
its
effect
is
much
less
striking
when
set
forth
en
bloc
in
a
single
half-column
of
print
than
when
the
facts
slowly
evolve
before
your
own
eyes,
and
the
mystery
clears
gradually
away
as
each
new
discovery
furnishes
a
step
which
leads
on
to
the
complete
truth.
At
the
time
the
circumstances
made
a
deep
impression
upon
me,
and
the
lapse
of
two
years
has
hardly
served
to
weaken
the
effect.
It
was
in
the
summer
of
’89,
not
long
after
my
marriage,
that
the
events
occurred
which
I
am
now
about
to
summarise.
I
had
returned
to
civil
practice
and
had
finally
abandoned
Holmes
in
his
Baker
Street
rooms,
although
I
continually
visited
him
and
occasionally
even
persuaded
him
to
forgo
his
Bohemian
habits
so
far
as
to
come
and
visit
us.
My
practice
had
steadily
increased,
and
as
I
happened
to
live
at
no
very
great
distance
from
Paddington
Station,
I
got
a
few
patients
from
among
the
officials.
One
of
these,
whom
I
had
cured
of
a
painful
and
lingering
disease,
was
never
weary
of
advertising
my
virtues
and
of
endeavouring
to
send
me
on
every
sufferer
over
whom
he
might
have
any
influence.
One
morning,
at
a
little
before
seven
o’clock,
I
was
awakened
by
the
maid
tapping
at
the
door
to
announce
that
two
men
had
come
from
Paddington
and
were
waiting
in
the
consulting-room.
I
dressed
hurriedly,
for
I
knew
by
experience
that
railway
cases
were
seldom
trivial,
and
hastened
downstairs.
As
I
descended,
my
old
ally,
the
guard,
came
out
of
the
room
and
closed
the
door
tightly
behind
him.
“I’ve
got
him
here,”
he
whispered,
jerking
his
thumb
over
his
shoulder;
“he’s
all
right.”
“What
is
it,
then?”
I
asked,
for
his
manner
suggested
that
it
was
some
strange
creature
which
he
had
caged
up
in
my
room.
“It’s
a
new
patient,”
he
whispered.
“I
thought
I’d
bring
him
round
myself;
then
he
couldn’t
slip
away.
There
he
is,
all
safe
and
sound.
I
must
go
now,
Doctor;
I
have
my
dooties,
just
the
same
as
you.”
And
off
he
went,
this
trusty
tout,
without
even
giving
me
time
to
thank
him.
I
entered
my
consulting-room
and
found
a
gentleman
seated
by
the
table.
He
was
quietly
dressed
in
a
suit
of
heather
tweed
with
a
soft
cloth
cap
which
he
had
laid
down
upon
my
books.
Round
one
of
his
hands
he
had
a
handkerchief
wrapped,
which
was
mottled
all
over
with
bloodstains.
He
was
young,
not
more
than
five-and-twenty,
I
should
say,
with
a
strong,
masculine
face;
but
he
was
exceedingly
pale
and
gave
me
the
impression
of
a
man
who
was
suffering
from
some
strong
agitation,
which
it
took
all
his
strength
of
mind
to
control.
“I
am
sorry
to
knock
you
up
so
early,
Doctor,”
said
he,
“but
I
have
had
a
very
serious
accident
during
the
night.
I
came
in
by
train
this
morning,
and
on
inquiring
at
Paddington
as
to
where
I
might
find
a
doctor,
a
worthy
fellow
very
kindly
escorted
me
here.
I
gave
the
maid
a
card,
but
I
see
that
she
has
left
it
upon
the
side-table.”
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