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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb
Capítulo 9, Página 6
“It
is
easy
to
see
that
your
experience
has
been
no
common
one,
Mr.
Hatherley,”
said
he.
“Pray,
lie
down
there
and
make
yourself
absolutely
at
home.
Tell
us
what
you
can,
but
stop
when
you
are
tired
and
keep
up
your
strength
with
a
little
stimulant.”
“Thank
you,”
said
my
patient,
“but
I
have
felt
another
man
since
the
doctor
bandaged
me,
and
I
think
that
your
breakfast
has
completed
the
cure.
I
shall
take
up
as
little
of
your
valuable
time
as
possible,
so
I
shall
start
at
once
upon
my
peculiar
experiences.”
Holmes
sat
in
his
big
armchair
with
the
weary,
heavy-lidded
expression
which
veiled
his
keen
and
eager
nature,
while
I
sat
opposite
to
him,
and
we
listened
in
silence
to
the
strange
story
which
our
visitor
detailed
to
us.
“You
must
know,”
said
he,
“that
I
am
an
orphan
and
a
bachelor,
residing
alone
in
lodgings
in
London.
By
profession
I
am
a
hydraulic
engineer,
and
I
have
had
considerable
experience
of
my
work
during
the
seven
years
that
I
was
apprenticed
to
Venner
&
Matheson,
the
well-known
firm,
of
Greenwich.
Two
years
ago,
having
served
my
time,
and
having
also
come
into
a
fair
sum
of
money
through
my
poor
father’s
death,
I
determined
to
start
in
business
for
myself
and
took
professional
chambers
in
Victoria
Street.”
“I
suppose
that
everyone
finds
his
first
independent
start
in
business
a
dreary
experience.
To
me
it
has
been
exceptionally
so.
During
two
years
I
have
had
three
consultations
and
one
small
job,
and
that
is
absolutely
all
that
my
profession
has
brought
me.
My
gross
takings
amount
to
£
27
10s.
Every
day,
from
nine
in
the
morning
until
four
in
the
afternoon,
I
waited
in
my
little
den,
until
at
last
my
heart
began
to
sink,
and
I
came
to
believe
that
I
should
never
have
any
practice
at
all.”
“Yesterday,
however,
just
as
I
was
thinking
of
leaving
the
office,
my
clerk
entered
to
say
there
was
a
gentleman
waiting
who
wished
to
see
me
upon
business.
He
brought
up
a
card,
too,
with
the
name
of
‘Colonel
Lysander
Stark’
engraved
upon
it.
Close
at
his
heels
came
the
colonel
himself,
a
man
rather
over
the
middle
size,
but
of
an
exceeding
thinness.
I
do
not
think
that
I
have
ever
seen
so
thin
a
man.
His
whole
face
sharpened
away
into
nose
and
chin,
and
the
skin
of
his
cheeks
was
drawn
quite
tense
over
his
outstanding
bones.
Yet
this
emaciation
seemed
to
be
his
natural
habit,
and
due
to
no
disease,
for
his
eye
was
bright,
his
step
brisk,
and
his
bearing
assured.
He
was
plainly
but
neatly
dressed,
and
his
age,
I
should
judge,
would
be
nearer
forty
than
thirty.”
“‘Mr.
Hatherley?’
said
he,
with
something
of
a
German
accent.
‘You
have
been
recommended
to
me,
Mr.
Hatherley,
as
being
a
man
who
is
not
only
proficient
in
his
profession
but
is
also
discreet
and
capable
of
preserving
a
secret.’”
“I
bowed,
feeling
as
flattered
as
any
young
man
would
at
such
an
address.
‘May
I
ask
who
it
was
who
gave
me
so
good
a
character?’”
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