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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Red-Headed League
Capítulo 2, Página 21
“Very
well.
And,
I
say,
Doctor,
there
may
be
some
little
danger,
so
kindly
put
your
army
revolver
in
your
pocket.”
He
waved
his
hand,
turned
on
his
heel,
and
disappeared
in
an
instant
among
the
crowd.
I
trust
that
I
am
not
more
dense
than
my
neighbours,
but
I
was
always
oppressed
with
a
sense
of
my
own
stupidity
in
my
dealings
with
Sherlock
Holmes.
Here
I
had
heard
what
he
had
heard,
I
had
seen
what
he
had
seen,
and
yet
from
his
words
it
was
evident
that
he
saw
clearly
not
only
what
had
happened
but
what
was
about
to
happen,
while
to
me
the
whole
business
was
still
confused
and
grotesque.
As
I
drove
home
to
my
house
in
Kensington
I
thought
over
it
all,
from
the
extraordinary
story
of
the
red-headed
copier
of
the
Encyclopædia
down
to
the
visit
to
Saxe-Coburg
Square,
and
the
ominous
words
with
which
he
had
parted
from
me.
What
was
this
nocturnal
expedition,
and
why
should
I
go
armed?
Where
were
we
going,
and
what
were
we
to
do?
I
had
the
hint
from
Holmes
that
this
smooth-faced
pawnbroker’s
assistant
was
a
formidable
man—a
man
who
might
play
a
deep
game.
I
tried
to
puzzle
it
out,
but
gave
it
up
in
despair
and
set
the
matter
aside
until
night
should
bring
an
explanation.
It
was
a
quarter-past
nine
when
I
started
from
home
and
made
my
way
across
the
Park,
and
so
through
Oxford
Street
to
Baker
Street.
Two
hansoms
were
standing
at
the
door,
and
as
I
entered
the
passage
I
heard
the
sound
of
voices
from
above.
On
entering
his
room,
I
found
Holmes
in
animated
conversation
with
two
men,
one
of
whom
I
recognised
as
Peter
Jones,
the
official
police
agent,
while
the
other
was
a
long,
thin,
sad-faced
man,
with
a
very
shiny
hat
and
oppressively
respectable
frock-coat.
“Ha!
Our
party
is
complete,”
said
Holmes,
buttoning
up
his
pea-jacket
and
taking
his
heavy
hunting
crop
from
the
rack.
“Watson,
I
think
you
know
Mr.
Jones,
of
Scotland
Yard?
Let
me
introduce
you
to
Mr.
Merryweather,
who
is
to
be
our
companion
in
to-night’s
adventure.”
“We’re
hunting
in
couples
again,
Doctor,
you
see,”
said
Jones
in
his
consequential
way.
“Our
friend
here
is
a
wonderful
man
for
starting
a
chase.
All
he
wants
is
an
old
dog
to
help
him
to
do
the
running
down.”
“I
hope
a
wild
goose
may
not
prove
to
be
the
end
of
our
chase,”
observed
Mr.
Merryweather
gloomily.
“You
may
place
considerable
confidence
in
Mr.
Holmes,
sir,”
said
the
police
agent
loftily.
“He
has
his
own
little
methods,
which
are,
if
he
won’t
mind
my
saying
so,
just
a
little
too
theoretical
and
fantastic,
but
he
has
the
makings
of
a
detective
in
him.
It
is
not
too
much
to
say
that
once
or
twice,
as
in
that
business
of
the
Sholto
murder
and
the
Agra
treasure,
he
has
been
more
nearly
correct
than
the
official
force.”
“Oh,
if
you
say
so,
Mr.
Jones,
it
is
all
right,”
said
the
stranger
with
deference.
“Still,
I
confess
that
I
miss
my
rubber.
It
is
the
first
Saturday
night
for
seven-and-twenty
years
that
I
have
not
had
my
rubber.”
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