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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Red-Headed League
Capítulo 2, Página 4
Mr.
Jabez
Wilson
laughed
heartily.
"Well,
I
never!"
he
said.
"I
thought
at
first
you
did
something
clever,
but
I
see
it
was
nothing
after
all."
"I
start
to
think,
Watson,"
said
Holmes,
"that
I
make
a
mistake
in
explaining.
'Omne
ignotum
pro
magnifico,'
you
know,
and
my
small
reputation
will
suffer
if
I'm
too
open.
Can
you
find
the
advertisement,
Mr.
Wilson?"
"Yes,
I've
got
it
now,"
he
replied,
pointing
halfway
down
the
column
with
his
thick
red
finger.
"Here
it
is.
This
is
what
started
it
all.
Read
it
for
yourself,
sir."
I
took
the
paper
from
him
and
read:
"TO
THE
RED-HEADED
LEAGUE:
Due
to
the
bequest
of
the
late
Ezekiah
Hopkins,
of
Lebanon,
Pennsylvania,
U.S.A.,
there
is
now
a
vacancy
that
entitles
a
member
of
the
League
to
a
salary
of
£4
a
week
for
purely
nominal
services.
All
red-headed
men
who
are
sound
in
body
and
mind
and
over
twenty-one
years
old
are
eligible.
Apply
in
person
on
Monday,
at
eleven
o'clock,
to
Duncan
Ross,
at
the
offices
of
the
League,
7
Pope's
Court,
Fleet
Street."
"What
on
earth
does
this
mean?"
I
exclaimed
after
reading
the
strange
announcement
twice.
Holmes
chuckled
and
squirmed
in
his
chair,
as
he
often
did
when
excited.
"It's
a
bit
unusual,
isn't
it?"
he
said.
"Now,
Mr.
Wilson,
please
tell
us
all
about
yourself,
your
household,
and
how
this
advertisement
affected
your
life.
First,
Doctor,
note
the
paper
and
the
date."
"It’s
The
Morning
Chronicle
of
April
27,
1890.
Just
two
months
ago."
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