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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
A Scandal in Bohemia
Capítulo 1, Página 17
“And
what
of
Irene
Adler?”
I
asked.
“Oh,
she
has
turned
all
the
men’s
heads
down
in
that
part.
She
is
the
daintiest
thing
under
a
bonnet
on
this
planet.
So
say
the
Serpentine-mews,
to
a
man.
She
lives
quietly,
sings
at
concerts,
drives
out
at
five
every
day,
and
returns
at
seven
sharp
for
dinner.
Seldom
goes
out
at
other
times,
except
when
she
sings.
Has
only
one
male
visitor,
but
a
good
deal
of
him.
He
is
dark,
handsome,
and
dashing,
never
calls
less
than
once
a
day,
and
often
twice.
He
is
a
Mr.
Godfrey
Norton,
of
the
Inner
Temple.
See
the
advantages
of
a
cabman
as
a
confidant.
They
had
driven
him
home
a
dozen
times
from
Serpentine-mews,
and
knew
all
about
him.
When
I
had
listened
to
all
they
had
to
tell,
I
began
to
walk
up
and
down
near
Briony
Lodge
once
more,
and
to
think
over
my
plan
of
campaign.”
“This
Godfrey
Norton
was
evidently
an
important
factor
in
the
matter.
He
was
a
lawyer.
That
sounded
ominous.
What
was
the
relation
between
them,
and
what
the
object
of
his
repeated
visits?
Was
she
his
client,
his
friend,
or
his
mistress?
If
the
former,
she
had
probably
transferred
the
photograph
to
his
keeping.
If
the
latter,
it
was
less
likely.
On
the
issue
of
this
question
depended
whether
I
should
continue
my
work
at
Briony
Lodge,
or
turn
my
attention
to
the
gentleman’s
chambers
in
the
Temple.
It
was
a
delicate
point,
and
it
widened
the
field
of
my
inquiry.
I
fear
that
I
bore
you
with
these
details,
but
I
have
to
let
you
see
my
little
difficulties,
if
you
are
to
understand
the
situation.”
“I
am
following
you
closely,”
I
answered.
“I
was
still
balancing
the
matter
in
my
mind
when
a
hansom
cab
drove
up
to
Briony
Lodge,
and
a
gentleman
sprang
out.
He
was
a
remarkably
handsome
man,
dark,
aquiline,
and
moustached—evidently
the
man
of
whom
I
had
heard.
He
appeared
to
be
in
a
great
hurry,
shouted
to
the
cabman
to
wait,
and
brushed
past
the
maid
who
opened
the
door
with
the
air
of
a
man
who
was
thoroughly
at
home.”
“He
was
in
the
house
about
half
an
hour,
and
I
could
catch
glimpses
of
him
in
the
windows
of
the
sitting-room,
pacing
up
and
down,
talking
excitedly,
and
waving
his
arms.
Of
her
I
could
see
nothing.
Presently
he
emerged,
looking
even
more
flurried
than
before.
As
he
stepped
up
to
the
cab,
he
pulled
a
gold
watch
from
his
pocket
and
looked
at
it
earnestly,
‘Drive
like
the
devil,’
he
shouted,
‘first
to
Gross
&
Hankey’s
in
Regent
Street,
and
then
to
the
Church
of
St.
Monica
in
the
Edgeware
Road.
Half
a
guinea
if
you
do
it
in
twenty
minutes!’”
“Away
they
went,
and
I
was
just
wondering
whether
I
should
not
do
well
to
follow
them
when
up
the
lane
came
a
neat
little
landau,
the
coachman
with
his
coat
only
half-buttoned,
and
his
tie
under
his
ear,
while
all
the
tags
of
his
harness
were
sticking
out
of
the
buckles.
It
hadn’t
pulled
up
before
she
shot
out
of
the
hall
door
and
into
it.
I
only
caught
a
glimpse
of
her
at
the
moment,
but
she
was
a
lovely
woman,
with
a
face
that
a
man
might
die
for.”
“‘The
Church
of
St.
Monica,
John,’
she
cried,
‘and
half
a
sovereign
if
you
reach
it
in
twenty
minutes.’”
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