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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Red-Headed League
Capítulo 2, Página 27
"I
had
reached
this
point
when
we
went
to
visit
the
scene.
I
surprised
you
by
tapping
on
the
pavement
with
my
stick.
I
was
checking
whether
the
cellar
extended
in
front
or
behind.
It
wasn't
in
front.
Then
I
rang
the
bell,
and,
as
I
hoped,
the
assistant
answered.
We
had
some
encounters,
but
we
had
never
seen
each
other
before.
I
barely
looked
at
his
face.
I
wanted
to
see
his
knees.
You
must
have
noticed
how
worn,
wrinkled,
and
stained
they
were.
They
showed
those
hours
of
digging.
The
only
question
left
was
what
they
were
digging
for.
I
walked
around
the
corner,
saw
that
the
City
and
Suburban
Bank
was
next
to
our
friend's
place,
and
knew
I
had
solved
it.
After
you
went
home
from
the
concert,
I
contacted
Scotland
Yard
and
the
bank
directors,
leading
to
the
result
you've
seen."
"And
how
did
you
know
they
would
try
tonight?"
I
asked.
"Well,
when
they
closed
their
League
offices,
it
showed
they
no
longer
needed
Mr.
Jabez
Wilson's
presence—in
other
words,
they
had
finished
their
tunnel.
But
they
had
to
use
it
soon,
as
it
might
be
discovered,
or
the
bullion
might
be
moved.
Saturday
was
the
best
day
for
them,
as
it
would
give
them
two
days
to
escape.
For
these
reasons,
I
expected
them
tonight."
"You
worked
it
out
beautifully,"
I
said
in
genuine
admiration.
"It's
such
a
long
chain,
yet
every
link
is
perfect."
"It
kept
me
from
boredom,"
he
replied,
yawning.
"Alas!
I
already
feel
it
creeping
back.
My
life
is
a
constant
struggle
to
escape
the
ordinary.
These
little
puzzles
help
me
do
that."
"And
you
are
a
benefactor
to
humanity,"
I
said.
He
shrugged.
"Well,
maybe
it's
of
some
small
use,"
he
remarked.
"'L’homme
c’est
rien—l’œuvre
c’est
tout,'
as
Gustave
Flaubert
wrote
to
George
Sand."
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