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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Red-Headed League
Capítulo 2, Página 22
“I
think
you
will
find,”
said
Sherlock
Holmes,
“that
you
will
play
for
a
higher
stake
to-night
than
you
have
ever
done
yet,
and
that
the
play
will
be
more
exciting.
For
you,
Mr.
Merryweather,
the
stake
will
be
some
£
30,;
and
for
you,
Jones,
it
will
be
the
man
upon
whom
you
wish
to
lay
your
hands.”
“John
Clay,
the
murderer,
thief,
smasher,
and
forger.
He’s
a
young
man,
Mr.
Merryweather,
but
he
is
at
the
head
of
his
profession,
and
I
would
rather
have
my
bracelets
on
him
than
on
any
criminal
in
London.
He’s
a
remarkable
man,
is
young
John
Clay.
His
grandfather
was
a
royal
duke,
and
he
himself
has
been
to
Eton
and
Oxford.
His
brain
is
as
cunning
as
his
fingers,
and
though
we
meet
signs
of
him
at
every
turn,
we
never
know
where
to
find
the
man
himself.
He’ll
crack
a
crib
in
Scotland
one
week,
and
be
raising
money
to
build
an
orphanage
in
Cornwall
the
next.
I’ve
been
on
his
track
for
years
and
have
never
set
eyes
on
him
yet.”
“I
hope
that
I
may
have
the
pleasure
of
introducing
you
to-night.
I’ve
had
one
or
two
little
turns
also
with
Mr.
John
Clay,
and
I
agree
with
you
that
he
is
at
the
head
of
his
profession.
It
is
past
ten,
however,
and
quite
time
that
we
started.
If
you
two
will
take
the
first
hansom,
Watson
and
I
will
follow
in
the
second.”
Sherlock
Holmes
was
not
very
communicative
during
the
long
drive
and
lay
back
in
the
cab
humming
the
tunes
which
he
had
heard
in
the
afternoon.
We
rattled
through
an
endless
labyrinth
of
gas-lit
streets
until
we
emerged
into
Farrington
Street.
“We
are
close
there
now,”
my
friend
remarked.
“This
fellow
Merryweather
is
a
bank
director,
and
personally
interested
in
the
matter.
I
thought
it
as
well
to
have
Jones
with
us
also.
He
is
not
a
bad
fellow,
though
an
absolute
imbecile
in
his
profession.
He
has
one
positive
virtue.
He
is
as
brave
as
a
bulldog
and
as
tenacious
as
a
lobster
if
he
gets
his
claws
upon
anyone.
Here
we
are,
and
they
are
waiting
for
us.”
We
had
reached
the
same
crowded
thoroughfare
in
which
we
had
found
ourselves
in
the
morning.
Our
cabs
were
dismissed,
and,
following
the
guidance
of
Mr.
Merryweather,
we
passed
down
a
narrow
passage
and
through
a
side
door,
which
he
opened
for
us.
Within
there
was
a
small
corridor,
which
ended
in
a
very
massive
iron
gate.
This
also
was
opened,
and
led
down
a
flight
of
winding
stone
steps,
which
terminated
at
another
formidable
gate.
Mr.
Merryweather
stopped
to
light
a
lantern,
and
then
conducted
us
down
a
dark,
earth-smelling
passage,
and
so,
after
opening
a
third
door,
into
a
huge
vault
or
cellar,
which
was
piled
all
round
with
crates
and
massive
boxes.
“You
are
not
very
vulnerable
from
above,”
Holmes
remarked
as
he
held
up
the
lantern
and
gazed
about
him.
“Nor
from
below,”
said
Mr.
Merryweather,
striking
his
stick
upon
the
flags
which
lined
the
floor.
“Why,
dear
me,
it
sounds
quite
hollow!”
he
remarked,
looking
up
in
surprise.
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