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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb
Capítulo 9, Página 22
The
station-master
had
not
finished
his
speech
before
we
were
all
hastening
in
the
direction
of
the
fire.
The
road
topped
a
low
hill,
and
there
was
a
great
widespread
whitewashed
building
in
front
of
us,
spouting
fire
at
every
chink
and
window,
while
in
the
garden
in
front
three
fire-engines
were
vainly
striving
to
keep
the
flames
under.
“That’s
it!”
cried
Hatherley,
in
intense
excitement.
“There
is
the
gravel-drive,
and
there
are
the
rose-bushes
where
I
lay.
That
second
window
is
the
one
that
I
jumped
from.”
“Well,
at
least,”
said
Holmes,
“you
have
had
your
revenge
upon
them.
There
can
be
no
question
that
it
was
your
oil-lamp
which,
when
it
was
crushed
in
the
press,
set
fire
to
the
wooden
walls,
though
no
doubt
they
were
too
excited
in
the
chase
after
you
to
observe
it
at
the
time.
Now
keep
your
eyes
open
in
this
crowd
for
your
friends
of
last
night,
though
I
very
much
fear
that
they
are
a
good
hundred
miles
off
by
now.”
And
Holmes’
fears
came
to
be
realised,
for
from
that
day
to
this
no
word
has
ever
been
heard
either
of
the
beautiful
woman,
the
sinister
German,
or
the
morose
Englishman.
Early
that
morning
a
peasant
had
met
a
cart
containing
several
people
and
some
very
bulky
boxes
driving
rapidly
in
the
direction
of
Reading,
but
there
all
traces
of
the
fugitives
disappeared,
and
even
Holmes’
ingenuity
failed
ever
to
discover
the
least
clue
as
to
their
whereabouts.
The
firemen
had
been
much
perturbed
at
the
strange
arrangements
which
they
had
found
within,
and
still
more
so
by
discovering
a
newly
severed
human
thumb
upon
a
window-sill
of
the
second
floor.
About
sunset,
however,
their
efforts
were
at
last
successful,
and
they
subdued
the
flames,
but
not
before
the
roof
had
fallen
in,
and
the
whole
place
been
reduced
to
such
absolute
ruin
that,
save
some
twisted
cylinders
and
iron
piping,
not
a
trace
remained
of
the
machinery
which
had
cost
our
unfortunate
acquaintance
so
dearly.
Large
masses
of
nickel
and
of
tin
were
discovered
stored
in
an
out-house,
but
no
coins
were
to
be
found,
which
may
have
explained
the
presence
of
those
bulky
boxes
which
have
been
already
referred
to.
How
our
hydraulic
engineer
had
been
conveyed
from
the
garden
to
the
spot
where
he
recovered
his
senses
might
have
remained
forever
a
mystery
were
it
not
for
the
soft
mould,
which
told
us
a
very
plain
tale.
He
had
evidently
been
carried
down
by
two
persons,
one
of
whom
had
remarkably
small
feet
and
the
other
unusually
large
ones.
On
the
whole,
it
was
most
probable
that
the
silent
Englishman,
being
less
bold
or
less
murderous
than
his
companion,
had
assisted
the
woman
to
bear
the
unconscious
man
out
of
the
way
of
danger.
“Well,”
said
our
engineer
ruefully
as
we
took
our
seats
to
return
once
more
to
London,
“it
has
been
a
pretty
business
for
me!
I
have
lost
my
thumb
and
I
have
lost
a
fifty-guinea
fee,
and
what
have
I
gained?”
“Experience,”
said
Holmes,
laughing.
“Indirectly
it
may
be
of
value,
you
know;
you
have
only
to
put
it
into
words
to
gain
the
reputation
of
being
excellent
company
for
the
remainder
of
your
existence.”
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