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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Red-Headed League
Capítulo 2, Página 2
“Your
cases
have
indeed
been
of
the
greatest
interest
to
me,”
I
observed.
“You
will
remember
that
I
remarked
the
other
day,
just
before
we
went
into
the
very
simple
problem
presented
by
Miss
Mary
Sutherland,
that
for
strange
effects
and
extraordinary
combinations
we
must
go
to
life
itself,
which
is
always
far
more
daring
than
any
effort
of
the
imagination.”
“A
proposition
which
I
took
the
liberty
of
doubting.”
“You
did,
Doctor,
but
none
the
less
you
must
come
round
to
my
view,
for
otherwise
I
shall
keep
on
piling
fact
upon
fact
on
you
until
your
reason
breaks
down
under
them
and
acknowledges
me
to
be
right.
Now,
Mr.
Jabez
Wilson
here
has
been
good
enough
to
call
upon
me
this
morning,
and
to
begin
a
narrative
which
promises
to
be
one
of
the
most
singular
which
I
have
listened
to
for
some
time.
You
have
heard
me
remark
that
the
strangest
and
most
unique
things
are
very
often
connected
not
with
the
larger
but
with
the
smaller
crimes,
and
occasionally,
indeed,
where
there
is
room
for
doubt
whether
any
positive
crime
has
been
committed.
As
far
as
I
have
heard,
it
is
impossible
for
me
to
say
whether
the
present
case
is
an
instance
of
crime
or
not,
but
the
course
of
events
is
certainly
among
the
most
singular
that
I
have
ever
listened
to.
Perhaps,
Mr.
Wilson,
you
would
have
the
great
kindness
to
recommence
your
narrative.
I
ask
you
not
merely
because
my
friend
Dr.
Watson
has
not
heard
the
opening
part
but
also
because
the
peculiar
nature
of
the
story
makes
me
anxious
to
have
every
possible
detail
from
your
lips.
As
a
rule,
when
I
have
heard
some
slight
indication
of
the
course
of
events,
I
am
able
to
guide
myself
by
the
thousands
of
other
similar
cases
which
occur
to
my
memory.
In
the
present
instance
I
am
forced
to
admit
that
the
facts
are,
to
the
best
of
my
belief,
unique.”
The
portly
client
puffed
out
his
chest
with
an
appearance
of
some
little
pride
and
pulled
a
dirty
and
wrinkled
newspaper
from
the
inside
pocket
of
his
greatcoat.
As
he
glanced
down
the
advertisement
column,
with
his
head
thrust
forward
and
the
paper
flattened
out
upon
his
knee,
I
took
a
good
look
at
the
man
and
endeavoured,
after
the
fashion
of
my
companion,
to
read
the
indications
which
might
be
presented
by
his
dress
or
appearance.
I
did
not
gain
very
much,
however,
by
my
inspection.
Our
visitor
bore
every
mark
of
being
an
average
commonplace
British
tradesman,
obese,
pompous,
and
slow.
He
wore
rather
baggy
grey
shepherd’s
check
trousers,
a
not
over-clean
black
frock-coat,
unbuttoned
in
the
front,
and
a
drab
waistcoat
with
a
heavy
brassy
Albert
chain,
and
a
square
pierced
bit
of
metal
dangling
down
as
an
ornament.
A
frayed
top-hat
and
a
faded
brown
overcoat
with
a
wrinkled
velvet
collar
lay
upon
a
chair
beside
him.
Altogether,
look
as
I
would,
there
was
nothing
remarkable
about
the
man
save
his
blazing
red
head,
and
the
expression
of
extreme
chagrin
and
discontent
upon
his
features.
Sherlock
Holmes’
quick
eye
took
in
my
occupation,
and
he
shook
his
head
with
a
smile
as
he
noticed
my
questioning
glances.
“Beyond
the
obvious
facts
that
he
has
at
some
time
done
manual
labour,
that
he
takes
snuff,
that
he
is
a
Freemason,
that
he
has
been
in
China,
and
that
he
has
done
a
considerable
amount
of
writing
lately,
I
can
deduce
nothing
else.”
Mr.
Jabez
Wilson
started
up
in
his
chair,
with
his
forefinger
upon
the
paper,
but
his
eyes
upon
my
companion.
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