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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb
Capítulo 9, Página 13
“It
was
pitch
dark
inside
the
house,
and
the
colonel
fumbled
about
looking
for
matches
and
muttering
under
his
breath.
Suddenly
a
door
opened
at
the
other
end
of
the
passage,
and
a
long,
golden
bar
of
light
shot
out
in
our
direction.
It
grew
broader,
and
a
woman
appeared
with
a
lamp
in
her
hand,
which
she
held
above
her
head,
pushing
her
face
forward
and
peering
at
us.
I
could
see
that
she
was
pretty,
and
from
the
gloss
with
which
the
light
shone
upon
her
dark
dress
I
knew
that
it
was
a
rich
material.
She
spoke
a
few
words
in
a
foreign
tongue
in
a
tone
as
though
asking
a
question,
and
when
my
companion
answered
in
a
gruff
monosyllable
she
gave
such
a
start
that
the
lamp
nearly
fell
from
her
hand.
Colonel
Stark
went
up
to
her,
whispered
something
in
her
ear,
and
then,
pushing
her
back
into
the
room
from
whence
she
had
come,
he
walked
towards
me
again
with
the
lamp
in
his
hand.”
“‘Perhaps
you
will
have
the
kindness
to
wait
in
this
room
for
a
few
minutes,’
said
he,
throwing
open
another
door.
It
was
a
quiet,
little,
plainly
furnished
room,
with
a
round
table
in
the
centre,
on
which
several
German
books
were
scattered.
Colonel
Stark
laid
down
the
lamp
on
the
top
of
a
harmonium
beside
the
door.
‘I
shall
not
keep
you
waiting
an
instant,’
said
he,
and
vanished
into
the
darkness.”
“I
glanced
at
the
books
upon
the
table,
and
in
spite
of
my
ignorance
of
German
I
could
see
that
two
of
them
were
treatises
on
science,
the
others
being
volumes
of
poetry.
Then
I
walked
across
to
the
window,
hoping
that
I
might
catch
some
glimpse
of
the
country-side,
but
an
oak
shutter,
heavily
barred,
was
folded
across
it.
It
was
a
wonderfully
silent
house.
There
was
an
old
clock
ticking
loudly
somewhere
in
the
passage,
but
otherwise
everything
was
deadly
still.
A
vague
feeling
of
uneasiness
began
to
steal
over
me.
Who
were
these
German
people,
and
what
were
they
doing
living
in
this
strange,
out-of-the-way
place?
And
where
was
the
place?
I
was
ten
miles
or
so
from
Eyford,
that
was
all
I
knew,
but
whether
north,
south,
east,
or
west
I
had
no
idea.
For
that
matter,
Reading,
and
possibly
other
large
towns,
were
within
that
radius,
so
the
place
might
not
be
so
secluded,
after
all.
Yet
it
was
quite
certain,
from
the
absolute
stillness,
that
we
were
in
the
country.
I
paced
up
and
down
the
room,
humming
a
tune
under
my
breath
to
keep
up
my
spirits
and
feeling
that
I
was
thoroughly
earning
my
fifty-guinea
fee.”
“Suddenly,
without
any
preliminary
sound
in
the
midst
of
the
utter
stillness,
the
door
of
my
room
swung
slowly
open.
The
woman
was
standing
in
the
aperture,
the
darkness
of
the
hall
behind
her,
the
yellow
light
from
my
lamp
beating
upon
her
eager
and
beautiful
face.
I
could
see
at
a
glance
that
she
was
sick
with
fear,
and
the
sight
sent
a
chill
to
my
own
heart.
She
held
up
one
shaking
finger
to
warn
me
to
be
silent,
and
she
shot
a
few
whispered
words
of
broken
English
at
me,
her
eyes
glancing
back,
like
those
of
a
frightened
horse,
into
the
gloom
behind
her.”
“‘I
would
go,’
said
she,
trying
hard,
as
it
seemed
to
me,
to
speak
calmly;
‘I
would
go.
I
should
not
stay
here.
There
is
no
good
for
you
to
do.’”
“‘But,
madam,’
said
I,
‘I
have
not
yet
done
what
I
came
for.
I
cannot
possibly
leave
until
I
have
seen
the
machine.’”
“‘It
is
not
worth
your
while
to
wait,’
she
went
on.
‘You
can
pass
through
the
door;
no
one
hinders.’
And
then,
seeing
that
I
smiled
and
shook
my
head,
she
suddenly
threw
aside
her
constraint
and
made
a
step
forward,
with
her
hands
wrung
together.
‘For
the
love
of
Heaven!’
she
whispered,
‘get
away
from
here
before
it
is
too
late!’”
“But
I
am
somewhat
headstrong
by
nature,
and
the
more
ready
to
engage
in
an
affair
when
there
is
some
obstacle
in
the
way.
I
thought
of
my
fifty-guinea
fee,
of
my
wearisome
journey,
and
of
the
unpleasant
night
which
seemed
to
be
before
me.
Was
it
all
to
go
for
nothing?
Why
should
I
slink
away
without
having
carried
out
my
commission,
and
without
the
payment
which
was
my
due?
This
woman
might,
for
all
I
knew,
be
a
monomaniac.
With
a
stout
bearing,
therefore,
though
her
manner
had
shaken
me
more
than
I
cared
to
confess,
I
still
shook
my
head
and
declared
my
intention
of
remaining
where
I
was.
She
was
about
to
renew
her
entreaties
when
a
door
slammed
overhead,
and
the
sound
of
several
footsteps
was
heard
upon
the
stairs.
She
listened
for
an
instant,
threw
up
her
hands
with
a
despairing
gesture,
and
vanished
as
suddenly
and
as
noiselessly
as
she
had
come.”
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