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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb
Capítulo 9, Página 16
“And
then
suddenly
in
the
silence
I
heard
a
sound
which
sent
my
heart
into
my
mouth.
It
was
the
clank
of
the
levers
and
the
swish
of
the
leaking
cylinder.
He
had
set
the
engine
at
work.
The
lamp
still
stood
upon
the
floor
where
I
had
placed
it
when
examining
the
trough.
By
its
light
I
saw
that
the
black
ceiling
was
coming
down
upon
me,
slowly,
jerkily,
but,
as
none
knew
better
than
myself,
with
a
force
which
must
within
a
minute
grind
me
to
a
shapeless
pulp.
I
threw
myself,
screaming,
against
the
door,
and
dragged
with
my
nails
at
the
lock.
I
implored
the
colonel
to
let
me
out,
but
the
remorseless
clanking
of
the
levers
drowned
my
cries.
The
ceiling
was
only
a
foot
or
two
above
my
head,
and
with
my
hand
upraised
I
could
feel
its
hard,
rough
surface.
Then
it
flashed
through
my
mind
that
the
pain
of
my
death
would
depend
very
much
upon
the
position
in
which
I
met
it.
If
I
lay
on
my
face
the
weight
would
come
upon
my
spine,
and
I
shuddered
to
think
of
that
dreadful
snap.
Easier
the
other
way,
perhaps;
and
yet,
had
I
the
nerve
to
lie
and
look
up
at
that
deadly
black
shadow
wavering
down
upon
me?
Already
I
was
unable
to
stand
erect,
when
my
eye
caught
something
which
brought
a
gush
of
hope
back
to
my
heart.”
“I
have
said
that
though
the
floor
and
ceiling
were
of
iron,
the
walls
were
of
wood.
As
I
gave
a
last
hurried
glance
around,
I
saw
a
thin
line
of
yellow
light
between
two
of
the
boards,
which
broadened
and
broadened
as
a
small
panel
was
pushed
backward.
For
an
instant
I
could
hardly
believe
that
here
was
indeed
a
door
which
led
away
from
death.
The
next
instant
I
threw
myself
through,
and
lay
half-fainting
upon
the
other
side.
The
panel
had
closed
again
behind
me,
but
the
crash
of
the
lamp,
and
a
few
moments
afterwards
the
clang
of
the
two
slabs
of
metal,
told
me
how
narrow
had
been
my
escape.”
“I
was
recalled
to
myself
by
a
frantic
plucking
at
my
wrist,
and
I
found
myself
lying
upon
the
stone
floor
of
a
narrow
corridor,
while
a
woman
bent
over
me
and
tugged
at
me
with
her
left
hand,
while
she
held
a
candle
in
her
right.
It
was
the
same
good
friend
whose
warning
I
had
so
foolishly
rejected.”
“‘Come!
come!’
she
cried
breathlessly.
‘They
will
be
here
in
a
moment.
They
will
see
that
you
are
not
there.
Oh,
do
not
waste
the
so-precious
time,
but
come!’”
“This
time,
at
least,
I
did
not
scorn
her
advice.
I
staggered
to
my
feet
and
ran
with
her
along
the
corridor
and
down
a
winding
stair.
The
latter
led
to
another
broad
passage,
and
just
as
we
reached
it
we
heard
the
sound
of
running
feet
and
the
shouting
of
two
voices,
one
answering
the
other
from
the
floor
on
which
we
were
and
from
the
one
beneath.
My
guide
stopped
and
looked
about
her
like
one
who
is
at
her
wit’s
end.
Then
she
threw
open
a
door
which
led
into
a
bedroom,
through
the
window
of
which
the
moon
was
shining
brightly.”
“‘It
is
your
only
chance,’
said
she.
‘It
is
high,
but
it
may
be
that
you
can
jump
it.’”
“As
she
spoke
a
light
sprang
into
view
at
the
further
end
of
the
passage,
and
I
saw
the
lean
figure
of
Colonel
Lysander
Stark
rushing
forward
with
a
lantern
in
one
hand
and
a
weapon
like
a
butcher’s
cleaver
in
the
other.
I
rushed
across
the
bedroom,
flung
open
the
window,
and
looked
out.
How
quiet
and
sweet
and
wholesome
the
garden
looked
in
the
moonlight,
and
it
could
not
be
more
than
thirty
feet
down.
I
clambered
out
upon
the
sill,
but
I
hesitated
to
jump
until
I
should
have
heard
what
passed
between
my
saviour
and
the
ruffian
who
pursued
me.
If
she
were
ill-used,
then
at
any
risks
I
was
determined
to
go
back
to
her
assistance.
The
thought
had
hardly
flashed
through
my
mind
before
he
was
at
the
door,
pushing
his
way
past
her;
but
she
threw
her
arms
round
him
and
tried
to
hold
him
back.”
“‘Fritz!
Fritz!’
she
cried
in
English,
‘remember
your
promise
after
the
last
time.
You
said
it
should
not
be
again.
He
will
be
silent!
Oh,
he
will
be
silent!’”
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