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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
A Case of Identity
Capítulo 3, Página 1
"My
dear
fellow,"
said
Sherlock
Holmes
as
we
sat
on
either
side
of
the
fire
in
his
Baker
Street
lodgings,
"life
is
far
stranger
than
anything
the
human
mind
can
invent.
We
wouldn't
dare
imagine
things
that
are
actually
just
common
parts
of
life.
If
we
could
fly
out
of
that
window,
hover
over
this
great
city,
gently
remove
the
roofs,
and
peek
in
at
the
odd
things
happening,
the
strange
coincidences,
the
plans,
the
misunderstandings,
the
amazing
chains
of
events
that
go
on
for
generations
and
lead
to
the
most
unusual
results,
it
would
make
all
fiction
with
its
predictability
and
expected
endings
seem
dull
and
pointless."
"And
yet
I
am
not
convinced
of
it,"
I
replied.
"The
cases
reported
in
the
newspapers
are
usually
quite
plain
and
vulgar.
Our
police
reports
show
realism
pushed
to
its
limits,
and
yet
the
result,
I
must
admit,
is
neither
fascinating
nor
artistic."
"A
certain
selection
and
discretion
must
be
used
to
create
a
realistic
effect,"
Holmes
remarked.
"This
is
missing
in
the
police
report,
where
more
emphasis
is
perhaps
placed
on
the
magistrate's
clichés
than
on
the
details,
which,
to
an
observer,
contain
the
vital
essence
of
the
whole
matter.
Trust
me,
there
is
nothing
as
unnatural
as
the
commonplace."
I
smiled
and
shook
my
head.
"I
can
understand
why
you
think
that,"
I
said.
"Of
course,
in
your
role
as
an
unofficial
adviser
and
helper
to
everyone
who
is
completely
baffled,
across
three
continents,
you
encounter
all
that
is
strange
and
bizarre.
But
here"—I
picked
up
the
morning
paper
from
the
floor—"let's
put
it
to
a
practical
test.
Here's
the
first
headline
I
see.
'A
husband's
cruelty
to
his
wife.'
There
is
half
a
column
of
print,
but
I
know
without
reading
it
that
it
is
all
perfectly
familiar
to
me.
There
is,
of
course,
the
other
woman,
the
drink,
the
push,
the
blow,
the
bruise,
the
sympathetic
sister
or
landlady.
Even
the
crudest
writer
could
not
invent
anything
cruder."
"Indeed,
your
example
is
an
unfortunate
one
for
your
argument,"
said
Holmes,
taking
the
paper
and
glancing
through
it.
"This
is
the
Dundas
separation
case,
and,
as
it
happens,
I
was
involved
in
clearing
up
some
small
points
related
to
it.
The
husband
was
a
teetotaler,
there
was
no
other
woman,
and
the
behavior
complained
of
was
that
he
had
developed
the
habit
of
ending
every
meal
by
taking
out
his
false
teeth
and
throwing
them
at
his
wife,
which,
you
will
agree,
is
not
an
action
likely
to
occur
to
the
imagination
of
the
average
storyteller.
Take
a
pinch
of
snuff,
Doctor,
and
admit
that
I
have
scored
a
point
over
you
with
your
example."
He
held
out
his
snuffbox
made
of
old
gold,
with
a
large
amethyst
in
the
center
of
the
lid.
Its
splendor
was
in
such
contrast
to
his
simple
ways
and
life
that
I
couldn't
help
commenting
on
it.
"Ah,"
he
said,
"I
forgot
that
I
hadn't
seen
you
for
a
few
weeks.
It's
a
little
gift
from
the
King
of
Bohemia
in
return
for
my
help
in
the
case
of
the
Irene
Adler
papers."
"And
the
ring?"
I
asked,
looking
at
a
remarkable
gem
that
sparkled
on
his
finger.
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