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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet
Capítulo 11, Página 22
I
had
just
finished
my
tea
when
he
returned,
evidently
in
excellent
spirits,
swinging
an
old
elastic-sided
boot
in
his
hand.
He
chucked
it
down
into
a
corner
and
helped
himself
to
a
cup
of
tea.
“I
only
looked
in
as
I
passed,”
said
he.
“I
am
going
right
on.”
“Where
to?”
“Oh,
to
the
other
side
of
the
West
End.
It
may
be
some
time
before
I
get
back.
Don’t
wait
up
for
me
in
case
I
should
be
late.”
“How
are
you
getting
on?”
“Oh,
so
so.
Nothing
to
complain
of.
I
have
been
out
to
Streatham
since
I
saw
you
last,
but
I
did
not
call
at
the
house.
It
is
a
very
sweet
little
problem,
and
I
would
not
have
missed
it
for
a
good
deal.
However,
I
must
not
sit
gossiping
here,
but
must
get
these
disreputable
clothes
off
and
return
to
my
highly
respectable
self.”
I
could
see
by
his
manner
that
he
had
stronger
reasons
for
satisfaction
than
his
words
alone
would
imply.
His
eyes
twinkled,
and
there
was
even
a
touch
of
colour
upon
his
sallow
cheeks.
He
hastened
upstairs,
and
a
few
minutes
later
I
heard
the
slam
of
the
hall
door,
which
told
me
that
he
was
off
once
more
upon
his
congenial
hunt.
I
waited
until
midnight,
but
there
was
no
sign
of
his
return,
so
I
retired
to
my
room.
It
was
no
uncommon
thing
for
him
to
be
away
for
days
and
nights
on
end
when
he
was
hot
upon
a
scent,
so
that
his
lateness
caused
me
no
surprise.
I
do
not
know
at
what
hour
he
came
in,
but
when
I
came
down
to
breakfast
in
the
morning
there
he
was
with
a
cup
of
coffee
in
one
hand
and
the
paper
in
the
other,
as
fresh
and
trim
as
possible.
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