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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb
Capítulo 9, Página 2
I
took
it
up
and
glanced
at
it.
“Mr.
Victor
Hatherley,
hydraulic
engineer,
16A,
Victoria
Street
(3rd
floor).”
That
was
the
name,
style,
and
abode
of
my
morning
visitor.
“I
regret
that
I
have
kept
you
waiting,”
said
I,
sitting
down
in
my
library-chair.
“You
are
fresh
from
a
night
journey,
I
understand,
which
is
in
itself
a
monotonous
occupation.”
“Oh,
my
night
could
not
be
called
monotonous,”
said
he,
and
laughed.
He
laughed
very
heartily,
with
a
high,
ringing
note,
leaning
back
in
his
chair
and
shaking
his
sides.
All
my
medical
instincts
rose
up
against
that
laugh.
“Stop
it!”
I
cried;
“pull
yourself
together!”
and
I
poured
out
some
water
from
a
caraffe.
It
was
useless,
however.
He
was
off
in
one
of
those
hysterical
outbursts
which
come
upon
a
strong
nature
when
some
great
crisis
is
over
and
gone.
Presently
he
came
to
himself
once
more,
very
weary
and
pale-looking.
“I
have
been
making
a
fool
of
myself,”
he
gasped.
“Not
at
all.
Drink
this.”
I
dashed
some
brandy
into
the
water,
and
the
colour
began
to
come
back
to
his
bloodless
cheeks.
“That’s
better!”
said
he.
“And
now,
Doctor,
perhaps
you
would
kindly
attend
to
my
thumb,
or
rather
to
the
place
where
my
thumb
used
to
be.”
He
unwound
the
handkerchief
and
held
out
his
hand.
It
gave
even
my
hardened
nerves
a
shudder
to
look
at
it.
There
were
four
protruding
fingers
and
a
horrid
red,
spongy
surface
where
the
thumb
should
have
been.
It
had
been
hacked
or
torn
right
out
from
the
roots.
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