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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Red-Headed League
Capítulo 2, Página 17
"That's
enough,
Mr.
Wilson.
I'll
be
glad
to
give
you
my
opinion
in
a
day
or
two.
Today
is
Saturday,
and
I
hope
we'll
have
a
conclusion
by
Monday."
"Well,
Watson,"
Holmes
said
after
our
visitor
left,
"what
do
you
make
of
it
all?"
"I
can't
make
anything
of
it,"
I
admitted.
"It's
a
very
mysterious
affair."
"Usually,"
Holmes
said,
"the
stranger
something
is,
the
less
mysterious
it
turns
out
to
be.
It's
the
ordinary,
featureless
crimes
that
are
truly
puzzling,
just
like
a
plain
face
is
the
hardest
to
identify.
But
I
must
act
quickly
on
this."
"What
are
you
going
to
do,
then?"
I
asked.
"Smoke,"
he
replied.
"It's
quite
a
three-pipe
problem,
and
I
ask
you
not
to
speak
to
me
for
fifty
minutes."
He
curled
up
in
his
chair,
with
his
knees
drawn
up
to
his
sharp
nose,
and
sat
with
his
eyes
closed
and
his
black
clay
pipe
sticking
out
like
a
strange
bird's
beak.
I
thought
he
had
fallen
asleep,
and
I
was
nodding
off
myself
when
he
suddenly
jumped
up
with
a
determined
gesture
and
placed
his
pipe
on
the
mantelpiece.
"Sarasate
is
playing
at
St.
James's
Hall
this
afternoon,"
he
remarked.
"What
do
you
think,
Watson?
Can
your
patients
spare
you
for
a
few
hours?"
"I
have
nothing
to
do
today.
My
practice
is
never
very
demanding."
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