THE ADVENTURE OF THE EMPTY HOUSE
CHAPTER ONE
At the beginning, the
narrator gives us details of the murder of Ronald Adair, what happened in
London at the spring of the year 1894. Ten years later the character who is
narrating the tale is interested in the crime, and, after Sherlock Holmes´
disappearance he is more interested in these topics, he had a close intimacy
with him. Also he tells us in this chapter that he realized more clearly the
loss which the community had sustained by the death of Sherlock Holmes. But in
this case, as Holmes dead, he will recapitulate the facts as they were known to
the public at the conclusion of the inquest of the murder.
CHAPTER TWO
In this chapter we can know some Adair´s life details
and what he used to do in his days. He was the second son of the Earl of the governor
of one of the Australian colonies, he lived with her mother and her sister in Park
Lane, he had no enemies and no particular vices and his life moved in a narrow
and conventional circle. Some months before of his murder he was engagement but
the relationship had finished. Also we can know that Adair was continually
playing cards and was member of some clubs. On the evening of the crime, he
returned from the club exactly at ten, his mother wanted to say good night but
the door was locked, then, the door was forced and he was found lying near the
table, there were on the table two banknotes for ten pounds each and seventeen
pounds ten in silver and gold and also some figures upon a sheet of paper with
the names of some club friends opposite to them.
CHAPTER THREE
The narrator says he was all day thinking in some
signs that may help to explain how the murder happened. No reason could be
given why the young man should have fastened the door upon the inside; maybe
the murderer did this and then escaped by the window. Another possibility was
that the murder had shot through the window, but no one had heard and Park Line
was a frequented street. When he went to the house he struck against an
elderly, deformed man, he knocked down several books which he was carrying. He
was like a bibliophile.
CHAPTER FOUR
The observation in the Adairs´ house was not very successful, the
character noticed that the window was was entirely inaccessible. Then, when he
was in his study, a person asked for him, he was the strange old book collector,
who was the owner of the little bookshop at the corner of Church Street. When
the man was offering him some books, he moved his head and Sherlock Holmes was
standing smiling at him across his study table.
CHAPTER FIVE
In this part of the text we can know the narrator´s name at the moment
Holmes speaks he says "My dear Watson” and he spoke to him very surprised
and said “Is it possible that you succeeded in climbing out of that awful
abyss?" but before Holmes answer, ask to Watson if he was ready to talk
with him. At that moment they started to speak about the murder Watson was
investigating.
CHAPTER SIX
In This part of
the story, Sherlock Holmes tells to Watson the story when he fight with the
professor Moriarty, when they tottered together upon the brink of the fall, but
thanks to Baritsu (the Japanese system of wrestling) Sherlock Holmes could
defend. The professor tried to do the same but he could not get his balance and
over he went.
With this
experience, Holmes realized the professor was not the only person want, to see
him dead, maybe three other desire it. For that reason he decided to leave, if
all the world was convinced that he was dead they would take liberties, these
men, they would soon lay themselves open, and sooner or later he could destroy
them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sherlock Holmes continues telling to Watson some of
his adventures while he was absent. In this case he was in a rocky wall he
needed to climb. Holmes thought about the best way to do it without leaving
some tracks but it was impossible, as was to climb the high cliff. One option
was reversed his boots but the sight of three sets of tracks in one direction
would certainly have suggested a deception. And when he was in the abyss, he
seemed to hear Moriarty´s voice screaming. He said to Watson while he was his following
were investigating in the most sympathetic and inefficient manner the
circumstances of his death. S. Holmes had imagined that his adventures were
finished but something unexpected happened, a huge rock, falling from above,
boomed past him, struck the path, and bounded over into the chasm. He thought
it was an accident, but then, he saw a man's head against the darkening sky, of
course, Moriarty was not alone, that man was his confederate.
Moriarty´s confederate was trying to kill him, in
another words, was trying to do what his comrade had failed. He escaped over
the mountains in the darkness and a week later he was in Florence, being secure
nobody knows where he was and what had happened with him. He apologized to
Watson because did tell him he was alive, but it was necessary because in
another case he had not written so convincing an account of his unhappy end.
Many times Sherlock Holmes had taken up the pen to write to Watson, but he did
not do it because maybe his affectionate regard for him should tempt him to
some indiscretion which would betray Holmes´ secret. Watson knew that Holmes had
a confidant, his friend Mycroft, but also explained him it was necessary because
he needed his help with money.
As things were not so good in London, Holmes traveled
around the world, before some years he was about to return to London but and
heard news about Park Lane Mystery, for that reason he decided to appear and to
go to Watson´s home.
CHAPTER NINE
Watson was very stunned with the stories he heard that April evening "Work
is the best antidote to sorrow, my dear Watson," said Holmes, that night
they started the adventure of the empty house." Like in the old times,
Watson was seated beside Holmes in a Hansom, the revolver in his pocket, and
the thrill of adventure in his heart. Holmes's knowledge of
the byways of London was extraordinary; they stopped at the corner of Cavendish
Square, walked through some narrow passages and then opened a house with a key.
CHAPTER TEN
The house they were was a little dark and was evident it was empty,
there were no lamps and they could only just discern each other's figures
within. They were in Camden House, which stands opposite to their old quarters.
Watson looked across the window and saw the shadow of a man who was seated in a
chair within was thrown in hard, black outline upon the luminous screen of the
window. It was a perfect reproduction of Holmes!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Holmes and
Watson were still at the empty house, Watson was really
surprised with the figure that was in his office, which was rather like Holmes.
"The credit of the execution is due to Monsieur Oscar Meunier, of
Grenoble, who spent some days in doing the moulding. It is a bust in wax.
Watson
had not clear what was the aim of this and Holmes gave him a concrete answer: "Because,
my dear Watson, I had the strongest possible reason for wishing certain people
to think that I was there when I was really elsewhere." Of course he was
the Moriarty´s friend, the same who dropped the rocks over the cliff.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"The shadow has moved!" Watson cried. At that moment Holmes explained him
that it was Mrs Hudson, she made changes
in the figure every quarter of hour. Then, when they were speaking a door was
opened, an instant later steps crept inside the house. Watson and Holmes were
quite for a moment with the guns in their hands. The man was within three yards
of them, then, he passed close beside them, stole over to the window, and very
softly and noiselessly raised it for half a foot. At that moment, there was a
sound of a broken glass, at that instant Holmes sprang like a tiger on to the
marksman's back and be there for a while, and then, with convulsive strength he
seized Holmes by the throat, but Watson struck him on the head with the butt of
the revolver, and he dropped again upon the floor. When they were above of the
criminal, Holmes whistled and immediately appeared two policemen in uniform,
with one plain-clothes detective
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"That you, Lestrade?" said Holmes. Lestrade answered
to him saying “It's good to see you back in London, sir." After speaking a little about the murders had
happened, Holmes stepped up to the window, closed it, and dropped the blinds.
The Colonel and the two policemen produced lights to see who the criminal was. It
was a tremendously virile and yet sinister face which was turned towards us, he
had cruel blue eyes, cynical lids, aggressive nose, he was looking at Holmes
with with hatred and admiration at the same time.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The fury upon Colonel
Moran face´s was terrible. Holmes confessed him it was a small surprise for him,
and for a while was telling him thing about the way he tried to kill him. Colonel
Moran turned to the official detective and told him he preferred do things in a
legal way and not with the gibes of Holmes.
Before Holmes
went to that place, picked up the powerful air-gun from the floor, and was
examining its mechanism and said he knew the person who constructed it to the
order of the late Professor Moriarty. A moment later, Holmes invited Watson to
his study
CHAPTER FIVETEEN
At Homes´ study everything
was at the place they were when he traveled, in happened thanks to the
supervision of Mycroft Holmes and the immediate care of Mrs. Hudson. The
chemical corner, the books, the diagrams, the violin-case, and the pipe-rack
were equal. Mrs. Hudson and the strange dummy were the two occupants of the
room, Holmes was much obliged for Mrs. Hudson assistance, she helped him with
the dummy and did it very well. Holmes asked her,” Did you observe where the
bullet went?" Immediately she showed where and said the bullet spoilt the
bust. Watson heard carefully Holmes while he said it had plumb in the middle of
the back of the head and smack through the brain, the person who had did it was
the best shot in India
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