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How I imagined. The house was very old and in bad condition, There was no gate at the entrance, no path to the front door and no smoke came from the chimneys. It looked empty. It was dark when I arrived at the house and there were no lights on. I knocked once on the big wooden door. I waited but nothing happened. I knocked again. Nothing happened but I heard someone inside, so I became angry. I started kicking the door and shouting for Mr Balfour. 1 heard a sound above me. I looked up and there was a man with a big gun looking out of the upstairs window. 'It's loaded, ' he said. 'I have a letter, ' I said, 'for Mr Ebenezer Balfour. ' 'Who are you? ' the man asked, still holding the gun. "I'm David Balfour, ' I replied. After a long pause, the man spoke again, but more quietly. 'Is your father dead? ' he asked. 'He must be dead. That's why you're here. I'll let you in. ' The door opened and I went into the house. 'Let me see the letter, ' the man said. I told him the letter was for Mr Balfour, not for him. 'I am Mr Balfour, ' he said, 'I'm your father's brother, your uncle'. I looked at him in surprise - I did not know that my father had a brother to sleep in Then he nhad me traducion de kidnapped en es pañol ​.