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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Red-Headed League
Capítulo 2, Página 2
"Your
cases
have
always
fascinated
me,"
I
noted.
"You
might
remember
I
said
the
other
day,
just
before
we
tackled
the
simple
case
of
Miss
Mary
Sutherland,
that
for
strange
effects
and
unusual
combinations,
we
must
look
to
life
itself,
which
is
always
more
daring
than
imagination."
"A
statement
I
dared
to
doubt."
"You
did,
Doctor,
but
you
must
come
to
see
my
point,
or
I’ll
keep
piling
facts
on
you
until
your
reason
gives
in
and
admits
I'm
right.
Mr.
Jabez
Wilson
here
has
kindly
come
to
see
me
this
morning
and
started
a
narrative
that
promises
to
be
one
of
the
most
unusual
I've
heard
in
a
while.
You've
heard
me
say
that
the
strangest
things
are
often
linked
not
to
big
crimes
but
to
smaller
ones,
and
sometimes,
indeed,
where
there’s
doubt
if
any
crime
has
been
committed.
From
what
I’ve
heard
so
far,
I
can’t
say
if
this
case
involves
a
crime,
but
the
events
are
certainly
among
the
most
unusual
I’ve
ever
heard.
Perhaps,
Mr.
Wilson,
you’d
be
kind
enough
to
start
your
story
again.
I
ask
not
just
because
my
friend
Dr.
Watson
hasn’t
heard
the
beginning,
but
also
because
the
unique
nature
of
the
story
makes
me
eager
to
hear
every
detail
from
you.
Usually,
when
I
get
a
hint
of
events,
I
can
guide
myself
by
the
thousands
of
similar
cases
I
recall.
In
this
instance,
I
must
admit
the
facts
seem
unique."
The
stout
client
puffed
out
his
chest
with
a
touch
of
pride
and
pulled
a
dirty,
wrinkled
newspaper
from
his
coat
pocket.
As
he
looked
down
the
advertisement
column,
with
his
head
forward
and
the
paper
flat
on
his
knee,
I
took
a
good
look
at
him,
trying
to
read
the
clues
in
his
appearance,
as
Holmes
often
did.
However,
I
didn’t
learn
much
from
my
inspection.
The
visitor
seemed
like
an
average
British
tradesman:
obese,
pompous,
and
slow.
He
wore
baggy
grey
shepherd’s
check
trousers,
a
not
very
clean
black
frock-coat,
unbuttoned
at
the
front,
and
a
drab
waistcoat
with
a
heavy
brass
chain
and
a
metal
ornament
hanging
from
it.
A
frayed
top-hat
and
a
faded
brown
overcoat
with
a
wrinkled
velvet
collar
lay
on
a
chair
next
to
him.
Apart
from
his
blazing
red
hair
and
his
expression
of
extreme
annoyance
and
discontent,
there
was
nothing
remarkable
about
him.
Sherlock
Holmes
noticed
my
observations
and
smiled,
shaking
his
head.
"Beyond
the
obvious
facts
that
he
has
done
manual
labor,
takes
snuff,
is
a
Freemason,
has
been
in
China,
and
has
done
a
lot
of
writing
lately,
I
can
deduce
nothing
else."
Mr.
Jabez
Wilson
sat
up
in
his
chair,
pointing
at
the
paper
but
looking
at
Holmes.
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