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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Copper Beeches
Capítulo 12, Página 1
"To
someone
who
loves
art
for
its
own
sake,"
said
Sherlock
Holmes,
putting
aside
the
advertisement
section
of
The
Daily
Telegraph,
"the
greatest
pleasure
often
comes
from
its
simplest
forms.
It's
nice
to
see,
Watson,
that
you've
understood
this.
In
your
records
of
our
cases,
which
you've
kindly
compiled
and
sometimes
embellished,
you've
highlighted
not
the
famous
cases
and
sensational
trials
I've
been
involved
in,
but
the
incidents
that
may
seem
trivial,
yet
showcase
the
deduction
and
logical
thinking
I've
focused
on."
"And
yet,"
I
replied
with
a
smile,
"I
can't
completely
deny
the
charge
of
sensationalism
that
some
have
made
against
my
records."
"Perhaps
you've
erred,"
he
said,
picking
up
a
glowing
cinder
with
the
tongs
to
light
his
long
cherry-wood
pipe,
which
he
preferred
when
he
was
in
a
debating
rather
than
a
meditative
mood.
"You've
perhaps
erred
in
trying
to
add
color
and
life
to
each
statement,
instead
of
just
recording
the
strict
reasoning
from
cause
to
effect,
which
is
really
the
only
notable
part
of
it."
"I
believe
I've
represented
you
fairly
in
this
matter,"
I
said
somewhat
coldly,
feeling
put
off
by
the
egoism
that
I
had
often
noticed
as
a
strong
trait
in
my
friend's
unique
character.
"No,
it's
not
selfishness
or
vanity,"
he
said,
responding
to
my
thoughts
rather
than
my
words,
as
he
often
did.
"If
I
ask
for
full
justice
for
my
art,
it's
because
it's
something
beyond
myself.
Crime
is
common.
Logic
is
rare.
So
it
is
on
the
logic,
not
the
crime,
that
you
should
focus.
You've
turned
what
should
have
been
a
series
of
lectures
into
a
collection
of
stories."
It
was
a
cold
morning
in
early
spring,
and
we
sat
after
breakfast
by
a
cheerful
fire
in
the
old
Baker
Street
room.
A
thick
fog
rolled
between
the
rows
of
dull-colored
houses,
and
the
windows
across
the
street
appeared
as
dark,
shapeless
blurs
through
the
heavy
yellow
mist.
We
had
the
gas
lit,
which
shone
on
the
white
tablecloth
and
the
glimmer
of
china
and
metal,
as
the
table
hadn't
been
cleared
yet.
Sherlock
Holmes
had
been
silent
all
morning,
absorbed
in
the
advertisement
columns
of
several
papers
until
finally,
having
apparently
given
up
his
search,
he
emerged
in
a
rather
foul
mood
to
lecture
me
on
my
literary
failings.
"At
the
same
time,"
he
remarked
after
a
pause,
during
which
he
sat
puffing
at
his
long
pipe
and
staring
into
the
fire,
"you
can't
really
be
accused
of
sensationalism,
because
a
fair
number
of
the
cases
you've
shown
interest
in
don't
deal
with
crime
in
the
legal
sense
at
all.
The
small
matter
where
I
helped
the
King
of
Bohemia,
the
strange
experience
of
Miss
Mary
Sutherland,
the
problem
with
the
man
with
the
twisted
lip,
and
the
incident
of
the
noble
bachelor,
were
all
outside
the
law.
But
in
avoiding
sensationalism,
I
fear
you
may
have
leaned
towards
the
trivial."
"The
end
may
have
been
so,"
I
replied,
"but
I
believe
the
methods
were
new
and
interesting."
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