http://rapidshare.com/files/266267073/Ice.Age_www.tinyrip.info_.mkv.002 http://rapidshare.com/files/266270114/Ice.Age_www.tinyrip.info_.mkv.001 or http://www.mediafire.com/?qozdqmejzgi http://www.mediafire.com/?dnmwmmnywlt
when sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote his detective stories, he never thought that Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson would become so famous. but Holmes and the doctor live on, in story after story- long after their deaths. For when Dr Watson died, he left behind him a locked box, with contained a report, written in the doctor's own handwritting. but why did he want it kept secret for so many years?
To find out, we must go back to the narrow dirty strests of Whitechapel in the london of 1888. three women have been horribly murdered by Jack the Ripper. Scotland Yard is helpless- unable to stop the murders or catch the killer. So the police turn for help to the great detective, Sherkock Holmes... ' it is an extraordinary case, Watson, ' says Holmes, his eyes bright with excitement. ' this is the criminal that i have waited for. to destroy him will be the greatest success of my life!'
FOREWORD.
many people enjoy sir Arthur Conan Doyle's stories about the famous detective, Sherlock Holmes, and his friend, Dr Watson. But who know remember that Holmes and Watson were real people? Everyone has forgotten that they lived before Conan Doyle gave them life in his book. Dr Watson died in 1926. he was seventy-three. He left behind him a locked box, and order that it must not opened for fifty years. For fifty years the box lay hidden in a dark room below a bank. Years came and went, and the world changed in a thousand ways. In 1976 the box was opened. It contained a packed of papers. they tell a terrible story. some people say it cannot be true. They say Watson was lying, or that he was sick when he wrote it. After so many years we cannot be sure. We have checked alll the facts that we can. All we know is that the story could be true. it is possible. We think it is probable. Now you must read it and decide for yourself.
the Editors
INTRODUCTION
How well my friend Arthur Conan Doyle would tell this story! how exciting and interesting he would make it. I cannot do that. I am no writer. I have been a doctor and a soldier. all I can do is make my report.
But who will read my words? What will the world be like in 1976? perharps bythen nobody will know the names of Sherlock Holmes and Jack the Ripper. Perhaps all Conan Doyle's wonderful stories will be forgotten. Ther is so much to explain. I must ask my reader to be patient!
I had know and worked with Sherlock Holmes for almost four year when I first met Athur Conan Doyle-ACD i always called him. Like me, he was a doctor, and we quickly became goog friends. He told me amusing stories of hospital life, and i told him about my life as army doctor in Afghanistan.
I often talked to him about Sherlock Holmes. At that time most people had never heard of him. Only the police and some criminals knew what a great detective he was. ACD seemed to enjoy my story very much. He was never too tired to hear about another of Holmes's cases. we met many time and enjoyed many good dinners together before i realized that ACD had a special interest in Holmes. He want to be a writer, and had already enjoyed a little success. Now he wanted to write about Holmes, using the fact of a real case, but adding his own ideas to the story. I found this an excellent idea. I was happy to think that my dear friend would become famoust. I explained the plan to Holmes. He listened in silence, his pipe in his hand. then he said, ' can he write, this friend of yours? Can he tell a true story? Does he understand the diffirence between facts and lies?'
1. the two sisters It was the year 1757. The place was the dangerous and wild land, west of the hudson river. It was the third year of the war in North American. The war was between England and france. Each country wanted the land for it self. Indian tribes had always lived in that land. In the war, some tribes were fighting for the French. Other tribes were fighting for the English. Fort Ewdward was the Hudson River. General Webb was the Commander of the English army at fort Edward. He was waiting for news of General Montcalm. Montcalm was the commander of the French army. The news came one morning. An Indian called Magua arrived. ' Montcalm and the Frencch army are coming towards fort William Henry,' Magua told General Webb. Fort William Henry was fifteen miles away. It was at the south end of lake Horican. ' how many men has Montcalm got?' asked Webb. 'As many as the leaves on the trees,' said Magua. ' General Munro wants more soldies at fort william Henry.' ' I will send fifteen hundred men,' said General Webb. General Munro was the commander of the English army at Fort William henry. He had two daughters- Cora and Alice. Cora was about twenty-three years old and Alice was eighteen, Cora had dark hair and a beautiful face. Alice had fair hair and blue eyes. these two young women were at Fort Edward. But they was going to travel to Fort William Henry. They were going to meet their father. General Webb spoke to Cora and Alice. " Magua knows a secret path through the forest,' said General Webb. ' He will be your guide. Magua and Major Ducan HeyWard will take you to Fort William Henry.' Major Ducan Heyward was a young English officer. He and the two young women left Fort Edward. they rode on horses. Magua walked in font of theme. Alice watched Magua. ' I dont like him, Cora,' she said.' what do you think? will we be safe in the forest with Magua?' ' we must trust Magua,' said Cora. ' the french know our soldier' paths,' said Ducan. ' but Magua's path is the secret.' he smiled at Alice, and she smiled at him. Ducan Heyward was in love with Alice. 'Magua is a Huron,' said Ducan. ' But he lived with the mohawks. The Mohawks are friends of the English. Magua came to us. Your father--' Ducan stopped. then he said, 'but i dont remember all the story.' Ducan knew more about Magua. But he did not tell Cora and Alice. He did not say,' A few years ago, your father's men beat Magua. Now Magua hates your father.' Ducan did not want to frighten the young women. So they followed Magua through the forest.
2. lost in the Forest ....................................................................................................................................co'n tie^'p
rich man, poor man T.C.Jupp 1. a letter for adam one day a postman came to my village. the postman brought me a letter from my son, Saul. ' is your name Adam?' the postman asked. ' yes,' I said. 'I've got a letter for you.' the postman read the envelope: ' Adam of the village of Minta.' ' A letter for me. who is it from?' I asked. the postman looked at the envelope again. 'from Saul,' he said. he gave me the letter and walked away. ' Martha, Martha,' Icall to my wife. ' come here. we have a letter from our son, Saul.' Martha came out and looked at the letter. she was excited but she was also worried. ' A letter from saul,' she said. ' Is he alive and well? I'm going to find the school teacher. he can read the letter.' there was no school fifty years ago. so i cannot read or write. I live in a small village. the only work is farming. my only son, Saul, left the village two years ago and my three daughters are married. Saul is making alot money in a foreign country. Mathar and the school teacher came back. A lot of people came. everyone wanted to hear my letter. the school teacher opened the envelope and read the letter 20 Taylor street London E.19. England. 16 March
dear father, I am living in london, I have a job in a factory. the work is very hard. I often work at night. but the pay is good. I am well and I live with people from my country. I am sending you 100 pounds in this letter. this is for you and my mother. Love to you and mother. saul
' one hundred pounds!' I said to the school teacher. ' you're wrong. it's a mistake.' 'no', the school teacher said. ' i'm not wrong. it's not a mistake. here is the money.' and he gave me a piece of paper. ' what is this?' I asked. ' A money order,' the school teacher said. ' go to darpur. take this money order to the post office in darpur. the money order is worth one hundred pounds. the post official will give you the money.' ' one hundred pounds!' I said again. Everyone laughed and said, ' Adam, you are a rich man. you can buy many thing for your farm and for your house.' ' and I can buy some good food and drink in darpur. I am going to give a party for you all,' I told my friends. Martha said, ' saul is a good son.' That evening, the village people talked about the money order and my money. Martha and I also talked about the money. We needed many thing for the farm.
2. Adam goes to Darpur
the next morning I got up very early. it was dark and everyone was sleep. but I was going to Darpus. I washed and dressed carefully. I put on my best clothes and I carried my best stick. I put the moneyorder carefully in my pocket and I said goodbye to Martha. I walked ten miles to the main road. I sat down at the main road and ate my breakfast .......................................................................................................................................................
i opened my eyes. but i cuold not see anything. it was dark-completely dark. there was no light at all. everything was black. i closed my eyes and opened them again. but i could see nothing. where was i? i was lying on my back. i was lying on something hard and cold. i reached out my hand and felt a stone floor. the stone were cold and damp. i was lying on my back in a stone room. was i in tomb? was i in place where dead bodies were buried? i had to move. i had to find out. i turned over onto my hands and knees. then i started to crawl forwards. in a few seconds, i found a wall. it was cold and wet. maybe i was in a room that was under the ground. i followed the wall, very slowly. i thought that i was moving in a circle. i was not sure. then i had an idea. i tore a piece of cloth from my shirt and put it on the floor, near the wall. then i walked along the wall of the room. i counted the number of time that i move my hand forward. twenty...thirty...forty times. where was the piece of cloth? had i gone past it in the dark? had i gone around the room twice? i counted up to one hundred before i found the piece of clouth. but i did not find a dead body in a coffin. i was not in a tomb. where was i? i tried to remeber. i remember that i was in toledo, in spain. then i remember. i remember a courtroom and men in red gowns. they had asked questions-more and more questions. theire voices were soft and their eyes were bright. how many hours had they questioned me? how many day had they questioned me? i could not remember. the question had gone on and on. but what was my crime? what law had i broken? i did not know. i was very frightened. co'n tie'p....
AT - Ngày nhỏ Phương rất thích theo mẹ về thăm ngoại. Phương thích được đi trên con đường làng rợp bóng mát của những hàng tre, thích được chạy loanh quanh trong khu vườn rợp những tán lá của cây xoài, cây mít để chơi trò trốn tìm cùng tụi nhỏ sống gần nhà ngoại, thích được ăn món chè đậu đen ngọt lịm đầu lưỡi có lẫn hương thơm vani thoang thoảng do chính tay ngoại nấu. Ngoại nói khi nào Phương lớn lên sẽ chỉ cho Phương bí quyết nấu món chè này.
Ngày ấy, Phương là một cô bé con mới lên mười. Những lúc nhìn Phương túm tụm cùng tụi nhỏ trong xóm đọc sách, vui đùa, thể nào ngoại cũng xoa đầu Phương, mỉm cười hài lòng. Những ngày có Phương, căn nhà ngoại không còn đắm chìm trong không gian yên tĩnh mà tràn ngập tiếng cười nói rộn ràng. Lên cấp hai, Phương bận rộn với việc học hành suốt cả mùa hè. Tranh thủ những ngày rảnh hiếm hoi, Phương đạp xe về thăm ngoại. Có Phương về thăm, ngoại cười nói suốt ngày. Ngoại khen dạo này Phương cao lên trông thấy, xinh hơn, rồi lại cập rập đi lấy nồi nấu chè đậu đen để đãi cô cháu yêu của mình. Những lúc như vậy, những nếp nhăn tuổi tác hằn trên gương mặt ngoại như giãn ra.
Càng lớn lên, Phương hiểu cảm giác cô đơn, trống trải của ngoại khi sống một mình trong căn nhà rộng thênh. Mẹ thường nói với chị em Phương: "Ông ngoại con mất khi bà ngoại chỉ mới hăm sáu tuổi, lúc ấy mẹ năm tuổi, còn dì Út chỉ mới lên hai. Ngoại con đã chịu nhiều thiệt thòi, khổ cực để nuôi mẹ và dì Út khôn lớn mà không hề nghĩ đến chuyện đi bước nữa".Nhiều lần mẹ muốn đưa ngoại về sống chung để tiện chăm sóc, nhưng ngoại nói không thể rời bỏ căn nhà đã có quá nhiều kỷ niệm gắn chặt với cuộc đời ngoại.
Từ căn nhà này, ông ngoại đã ra đi vĩnh viễn, một mình ngoại gánh gồng bao khổ cực, đắng cay để nuôi mẹ và dì Út nên người. Mỗi gốc xoài, gốc mít trong khu vườn nhà ngoại đều ẩn chứa mỗi câu chuyện riêng, lưu dấu những năm tháng tuổi thơ của mẹ, của dì Út và cả thời ông ngoại còn sống.
"Tao không đi đâu hết"- ngoại tuyên bố cương quyết trước những lời năn nỉ của mẹ, của dì Út. Vì thế, hầu như có thời gian rảnh rỗi là ngay lập tức Phương về thăm ngoại. Nhiều đêm nằm bên ngoại, nghe tiếng gió lùa lao xao bên ngoài khung cửa lẫn trong tiếng ho khan của ngoại, Phương nghe xót xa trong lòng.
Nhiều năm sau này, Phương vào đại học rồi ra trường làm việc. Công việc và những cuộc vui từ một vài người bạn mới quen choán hết cả thời gian nên khu vườn nhà ngoại không còn in dấu chân Phương. Lần về thăm nhà gần đây nhất, Phương nghe em gái nói: "Lần nào em về cũng nghe ngoại nhắc đến chị Phương. Dạo này ngoại không khỏe như lúc trước, vậy mà cách đây hai ngày ngoại còn gửi người ta mua đậu đen để chờ chị về, nấu chè thết đãi chị đấy!". Phương nghe nói mà ứa nước mắt, thấy hối hận, ray rứt, thấy có lỗi với ngoại. Phương dự định sau chuyến công tác sẽ về thăm ngoại. Có ngờ đâu...
Khi mẹ gọi điện báo tin ngoại mất, Phương nghe lòng như muốn vỡ ra bởi cảm giác đau buồn xen lẫn hối hận, xót xa. Bởi tất cả đã không còn kịp để Phương sửa lỗi, để Phương nhìn ngoại lần cuối cùng. Tiếng cô em gái xót xa: "Trước khi ngoại ra đi, mặc dù rất mong được nhìn thấy chị, nhưng ngoại sợ ảnh hưởng đến công việc của chị nên ngoại dặn mọi người không được báo tin cho chị sớm hơn...". Phương đau đớn nghẹn ngào: "Ngoại ơi! Ngoại hãy tha lỗi cho sự vô tâm của con!".
