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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Red-Headed League
Capítulo 2, Página 26
“Don’t
touch
me
with
your
dirty
hands,”
said
our
prisoner
as
the
cuffs
clicked
on
his
wrists.
“I
have
royal
blood.
Address
me
as
‘sir’
and
‘please.’”
“All
right,”
said
Jones
with
a
laugh.
“Please,
sir,
march
upstairs
so
we
can
get
a
cab
to
take
your
Highness
to
the
police
station.”
“That’s
better,”
said
John
Clay
calmly.
He
bowed
to
us
and
walked
off
with
the
detective.
“Really,
Mr.
Holmes,”
said
Mr.
Merryweather
as
we
left
the
cellar,
“I
don’t
know
how
the
bank
can
thank
you.
You’ve
stopped
one
of
the
most
determined
robbery
attempts
I’ve
ever
seen.”
“I
had
some
personal
scores
to
settle
with
Mr.
John
Clay,”
said
Holmes.
“I’ve
spent
some
money
on
this
case,
which
I
expect
the
bank
to
cover,
but
beyond
that,
I’m
rewarded
by
experiencing
something
unique
and
hearing
the
remarkable
story
of
the
Red-headed
League.”
"You
see,
Watson,"
he
began
in
the
early
morning
as
we
sat
with
whisky
and
soda
on
Baker
Street,
"it
was
clear
from
the
start
that
the
only
purpose
of
this
strange
advertisement
for
the
League
and
the
copying
of
the
Encyclopædia
was
to
keep
this
not-so-bright
pawnbroker
away
for
several
hours
each
day.
It
was
an
unusual
way
to
do
it,
but
really,
it
would
be
hard
to
suggest
a
better
one.
Clay's
clever
mind
likely
got
the
idea
from
his
accomplice's
hair
color.
The
£4
a
week
was
bait
to
attract
him,
and
what
was
it
to
them,
who
were
after
thousands?
They
placed
the
ad,
one
rogue
took
the
temporary
office,
the
other
encouraged
the
man
to
apply,
and
together
they
ensured
his
absence
every
morning.
Once
I
heard
about
the
assistant
working
for
half
wages,
it
was
obvious
to
me
that
he
had
a
strong
reason
for
wanting
the
job."
"But
how
could
you
figure
out
what
the
reason
was?"
"If
there
had
been
women
in
the
house,
I
might
have
suspected
a
simple
affair.
But
that
was
not
possible.
The
man's
business
was
small,
and
there
was
nothing
in
his
house
to
justify
such
elaborate
efforts
and
expenses.
So
it
had
to
be
something
outside
the
house.
What
could
it
be?
I
thought
of
the
assistant's
love
for
photography
and
his
habit
of
disappearing
into
the
cellar.
The
cellar!
That
was
the
end
of
this
tangled
clue.
Then
I
looked
into
this
mysterious
assistant
and
found
that
I
was
dealing
with
one
of
the
coolest
and
most
daring
criminals
in
London.
He
was
doing
something
in
the
cellar—something
that
took
hours
each
day
for
months.
What
could
it
be?
I
could
only
think
he
was
digging
a
tunnel
to
another
building."
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