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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet
Capítulo 11, Página 21
The
banker
wrung
his
hands.
“I
shall
never
see
them
again!”
he
cried.
“And
my
son?
You
give
me
hopes?”
“My
opinion
is
in
no
way
altered.”
“Then,
for
God’s
sake,
what
was
this
dark
business
which
was
acted
in
my
house
last
night?”
“If
you
can
call
upon
me
at
my
Baker
Street
rooms
to-morrow
morning
between
nine
and
ten
I
shall
be
happy
to
do
what
I
can
to
make
it
clearer.
I
understand
that
you
give
me
carte
blanche
to
act
for
you,
provided
only
that
I
get
back
the
gems,
and
that
you
place
no
limit
on
the
sum
I
may
draw.”
“I
would
give
my
fortune
to
have
them
back.”
“Very
good.
I
shall
look
into
the
matter
between
this
and
then.
Good-bye;
it
is
just
possible
that
I
may
have
to
come
over
here
again
before
evening.”
It
was
obvious
to
me
that
my
companion’s
mind
was
now
made
up
about
the
case,
although
what
his
conclusions
were
was
more
than
I
could
even
dimly
imagine.
Several
times
during
our
homeward
journey
I
endeavoured
to
sound
him
upon
the
point,
but
he
always
glided
away
to
some
other
topic,
until
at
last
I
gave
it
over
in
despair.
It
was
not
yet
three
when
we
found
ourselves
in
our
rooms
once
more.
He
hurried
to
his
chamber
and
was
down
again
in
a
few
minutes
dressed
as
a
common
loafer.
With
his
collar
turned
up,
his
shiny,
seedy
coat,
his
red
cravat,
and
his
worn
boots,
he
was
a
perfect
sample
of
the
class.
“I
think
that
this
should
do,”
said
he,
glancing
into
the
glass
above
the
fireplace.
“I
only
wish
that
you
could
come
with
me,
Watson,
but
I
fear
that
it
won’t
do.
I
may
be
on
the
trail
in
this
matter,
or
I
may
be
following
a
will-o’-the-wisp,
but
I
shall
soon
know
which
it
is.
I
hope
that
I
may
be
back
in
a
few
hours.”
He
cut
a
slice
of
beef
from
the
joint
upon
the
sideboard,
sandwiched
it
between
two
rounds
of
bread,
and
thrusting
this
rude
meal
into
his
pocket
he
started
off
upon
his
expedition.
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