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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Red-Headed League
Capítulo 2, Página 27
"I
had
reached
this
point
when
we
went
to
see
the
place.
I
surprised
you
by
tapping
the
pavement
with
my
stick.
I
was
checking
if
the
cellar
extended
in
front
or
behind.
It
wasn't
in
front.
Then
I
rang
the
bell,
and,
as
I
hoped,
the
assistant
answered.
We
had
some
encounters,
but
we
had
never
seen
each
other
before.
I
barely
looked
at
his
face.
I
wanted
to
see
his
knees.
You
must
have
noticed
how
worn,
wrinkled,
and
stained
they
were.
They
showed
hours
of
digging.
The
only
question
left
was
what
they
were
digging
for.
I
walked
around
the
corner,
saw
the
City
and
Suburban
Bank
next
to
our
friend's
place,
and
knew
I
had
solved
the
problem.
When
you
went
home
after
the
concert,
I
went
to
Scotland
Yard
and
the
bank's
chairman,
and
you
saw
the
result."
"And
how
did
you
know
they
would
try
tonight?"
I
asked.
"Well,
when
they
closed
their
League
offices,
it
showed
they
no
longer
cared
about
Mr.
Jabez
Wilson
being
away—in
other
words,
they
finished
their
tunnel.
But
they
needed
to
use
it
soon,
as
it
might
be
discovered,
or
the
gold
could
be
moved.
Saturday
was
the
best
day
for
them,
giving
two
days
to
escape.
For
these
reasons,
I
expected
them
tonight."
"You
worked
it
out
perfectly,"
I
said
with
true
admiration.
"The
chain
is
long,
but
every
link
is
strong."
"It
saved
me
from
boredom,"
he
replied,
yawning.
"Sadly,
I
already
feel
it
returning.
My
life
is
spent
trying
to
escape
from
the
ordinary.
These
little
puzzles
help
me
do
that."
"And
you
help
humanity,"
I
said.
He
shrugged.
"Well,
maybe
it
is
of
some
use,"
he
remarked.
"'L'homme
c'est
rien—l'œuvre
c'est
tout,'
as
Gustave
Flaubert
wrote
to
George
Sand."
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