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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb
Capítulo 9, Página 17
“‘You
are
mad,
Elise!’
he
shouted,
struggling
to
break
away
from
her.
‘You
will
be
the
ruin
of
us.
He
has
seen
too
much.
Let
me
pass,
I
say!’
He
dashed
her
to
one
side,
and,
rushing
to
the
window,
cut
at
me
with
his
heavy
weapon.
I
had
let
myself
go,
and
was
hanging
by
the
hands
to
the
sill,
when
his
blow
fell.
I
was
conscious
of
a
dull
pain,
my
grip
loosened,
and
I
fell
into
the
garden
below.”
“I
was
shaken
but
not
hurt
by
the
fall;
so
I
picked
myself
up
and
rushed
off
among
the
bushes
as
hard
as
I
could
run,
for
I
understood
that
I
was
far
from
being
out
of
danger
yet.
Suddenly,
however,
as
I
ran,
a
deadly
dizziness
and
sickness
came
over
me.
I
glanced
down
at
my
hand,
which
was
throbbing
painfully,
and
then,
for
the
first
time,
saw
that
my
thumb
had
been
cut
off
and
that
the
blood
was
pouring
from
my
wound.
I
endeavoured
to
tie
my
handkerchief
round
it,
but
there
came
a
sudden
buzzing
in
my
ears,
and
next
moment
I
fell
in
a
dead
faint
among
the
rose-bushes.”
“How
long
I
remained
unconscious
I
cannot
tell.
It
must
have
been
a
very
long
time,
for
the
moon
had
sunk,
and
a
bright
morning
was
breaking
when
I
came
to
myself.
My
clothes
were
all
sodden
with
dew,
and
my
coat-sleeve
was
drenched
with
blood
from
my
wounded
thumb.
The
smarting
of
it
recalled
in
an
instant
all
the
particulars
of
my
night’s
adventure,
and
I
sprang
to
my
feet
with
the
feeling
that
I
might
hardly
yet
be
safe
from
my
pursuers.
But
to
my
astonishment,
when
I
came
to
look
round
me,
neither
house
nor
garden
were
to
be
seen.
I
had
been
lying
in
an
angle
of
the
hedge
close
by
the
high
road,
and
just
a
little
lower
down
was
a
long
building,
which
proved,
upon
my
approaching
it,
to
be
the
very
station
at
which
I
had
arrived
upon
the
previous
night.
Were
it
not
for
the
ugly
wound
upon
my
hand,
all
that
had
passed
during
those
dreadful
hours
might
have
been
an
evil
dream.”
“Half
dazed,
I
went
into
the
station
and
asked
about
the
morning
train.
There
would
be
one
to
Reading
in
less
than
an
hour.
The
same
porter
was
on
duty,
I
found,
as
had
been
there
when
I
arrived.
I
inquired
of
him
whether
he
had
ever
heard
of
Colonel
Lysander
Stark.
The
name
was
strange
to
him.
Had
he
observed
a
carriage
the
night
before
waiting
for
me?
No,
he
had
not.
Was
there
a
police-station
anywhere
near?
There
was
one
about
three
miles
off.”
“It
was
too
far
for
me
to
go,
weak
and
ill
as
I
was.
I
determined
to
wait
until
I
got
back
to
town
before
telling
my
story
to
the
police.
It
was
a
little
past
six
when
I
arrived,
so
I
went
first
to
have
my
wound
dressed,
and
then
the
doctor
was
kind
enough
to
bring
me
along
here.
I
put
the
case
into
your
hands
and
shall
do
exactly
what
you
advise.”
We
both
sat
in
silence
for
some
little
time
after
listening
to
this
extraordinary
narrative.
Then
Sherlock
Holmes
pulled
down
from
the
shelf
one
of
the
ponderous
commonplace
books
in
which
he
placed
his
cuttings.
“Here
is
an
advertisement
which
will
interest
you,”
said
he.
“It
appeared
in
all
the
papers
about
a
year
ago.
Listen
to
this:
‘Lost,
on
the
9th
inst.,
Mr.
Jeremiah
Hayling,
aged
twenty-six,
a
hydraulic
engineer.
Left
his
lodgings
at
ten
o’clock
at
night,
and
has
not
been
heard
of
since.
Was
dressed
in,’
etc.,
etc.
Ha!
That
represents
the
last
time
that
the
colonel
needed
to
have
his
machine
overhauled,
I
fancy.”
“Good
heavens!”
cried
my
patient.
“Then
that
explains
what
the
girl
said.”
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