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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Red-Headed League
Capítulo 2, Página 19
"The
knees
of
his
trousers."
"And
what
did
you
see?"
"Exactly
what
I
expected."
"Why
did
you
tap
the
pavement?"
"My
dear
doctor,
this
is
a
time
for
observation,
not
talk.
We're
spies
in
enemy
territory.
We
know
something
about
Saxe-Coburg
Square.
Now
let's
explore
the
areas
behind
it."
The
street
we
found
ourselves
on
after
turning
the
corner
from
the
secluded
Saxe-Coburg
Square
was
as
different
from
it
as
the
front
of
a
picture
is
from
the
back.
It
was
one
of
the
main
roads
carrying
City
traffic
to
the
north
and
west.
The
street
was
packed
with
a
huge
flow
of
commerce
moving
in
both
directions,
while
the
sidewalks
were
crowded
with
rushing
pedestrians.
It
was
hard
to
believe,
as
we
looked
at
the
line
of
fine
shops
and
grand
business
buildings,
that
they
backed
onto
the
faded,
stagnant
square
we
had
just
left.
"Let
me
see,"
Holmes
said,
standing
at
the
corner
and
looking
along
the
street,
"I
want
to
remember
the
order
of
the
houses
here.
It's
a
hobby
of
mine
to
know
London
well.
There's
Mortimer's,
the
tobacconist,
the
little
newspaper
shop,
the
Coburg
branch
of
the
City
and
Suburban
Bank,
the
Vegetarian
Restaurant,
and
McFarlane's
carriage-building
depot.
That
takes
us
to
the
next
block.
And
now,
Doctor,
we've
done
our
work,
so
it's
time
for
some
fun.
A
sandwich
and
a
cup
of
coffee,
then
off
to
violin-land,
where
everything
is
sweetness
and
harmony,
and
there
are
no
red-headed
clients
to
puzzle
us
with
their
riddles."
My
friend
was
a
passionate
musician,
not
only
a
skilled
performer
but
also
a
talented
composer.
That
afternoon,
he
sat
in
the
stalls,
completely
content,
gently
waving
his
long
fingers
in
time
with
the
music.
His
smiling
face
and
dreamy
eyes
were
nothing
like
Holmes
the
detective,
the
sharp
and
relentless
crime
solver.
In
his
unique
character,
two
sides
alternated:
his
precision
and
cleverness
often
seemed
like
a
reaction
to
the
poetic
and
thoughtful
mood
that
sometimes
took
over.
His
nature
swung
from
deep
relaxation
to
intense
energy.
I
knew
he
was
most
dangerous
after
days
of
lounging
with
his
music
and
old
books.
Then,
the
thrill
of
the
chase
would
seize
him,
and
his
reasoning
would
become
almost
intuitive,
leaving
those
unfamiliar
with
his
methods
in
awe.
Seeing
him
so
absorbed
in
the
music
at
St.
James’s
Hall,
I
felt
that
trouble
might
soon
befall
those
he
intended
to
pursue.
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