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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Red-Headed League
Capítulo 2, Página 26
“I
beg
that
you
will
not
touch
me
with
your
filthy
hands,”
remarked
our
prisoner
as
the
handcuffs
clattered
upon
his
wrists.
“You
may
not
be
aware
that
I
have
royal
blood
in
my
veins.
Have
the
goodness,
also,
when
you
address
me
always
to
say
‘sir’
and
‘please.’”
“All
right,”
said
Jones
with
a
stare
and
a
snigger.
“Well,
would
you
please,
sir,
march
upstairs,
where
we
can
get
a
cab
to
carry
your
Highness
to
the
police-station?”
“That
is
better,”
said
John
Clay
serenely.
He
made
a
sweeping
bow
to
the
three
of
us
and
walked
quietly
off
in
the
custody
of
the
detective.
“Really,
Mr.
Holmes,”
said
Mr.
Merryweather
as
we
followed
them
from
the
cellar,
“I
do
not
know
how
the
bank
can
thank
you
or
repay
you.
There
is
no
doubt
that
you
have
detected
and
defeated
in
the
most
complete
manner
one
of
the
most
determined
attempts
at
bank
robbery
that
have
ever
come
within
my
experience.”
“I
have
had
one
or
two
little
scores
of
my
own
to
settle
with
Mr.
John
Clay,”
said
Holmes.
“I
have
been
at
some
small
expense
over
this
matter,
which
I
shall
expect
the
bank
to
refund,
but
beyond
that
I
am
amply
repaid
by
having
had
an
experience
which
is
in
many
ways
unique,
and
by
hearing
the
very
remarkable
narrative
of
the
Red-headed
League.”
“You
see,
Watson,”
he
explained
in
the
early
hours
of
the
morning
as
we
sat
over
a
glass
of
whisky
and
soda
in
Baker
Street,
“it
was
perfectly
obvious
from
the
first
that
the
only
possible
object
of
this
rather
fantastic
business
of
the
advertisement
of
the
League,
and
the
copying
of
the
Encyclopædia,
must
be
to
get
this
not
over-bright
pawnbroker
out
of
the
way
for
a
number
of
hours
every
day.
It
was
a
curious
way
of
managing
it,
but,
really,
it
would
be
difficult
to
suggest
a
better.
The
method
was
no
doubt
suggested
to
Clay’s
ingenious
mind
by
the
colour
of
his
accomplice’s
hair.
The
£
4
a
week
was
a
lure
which
must
draw
him,
and
what
was
it
to
them,
who
were
playing
for
thousands?
They
put
in
the
advertisement,
one
rogue
has
the
temporary
office,
the
other
rogue
incites
the
man
to
apply
for
it,
and
together
they
manage
to
secure
his
absence
every
morning
in
the
week.
From
the
time
that
I
heard
of
the
assistant
having
come
for
half
wages,
it
was
obvious
to
me
that
he
had
some
strong
motive
for
securing
the
situation.”
“But
how
could
you
guess
what
the
motive
was?”
“Had
there
been
women
in
the
house,
I
should
have
suspected
a
mere
vulgar
intrigue.
That,
however,
was
out
of
the
question.
The
man’s
business
was
a
small
one,
and
there
was
nothing
in
his
house
which
could
account
for
such
elaborate
preparations,
and
such
an
expenditure
as
they
were
at.
It
must,
then,
be
something
out
of
the
house.
What
could
it
be?
I
thought
of
the
assistant’s
fondness
for
photography,
and
his
trick
of
vanishing
into
the
cellar.
The
cellar!
There
was
the
end
of
this
tangled
clue.
Then
I
made
inquiries
as
to
this
mysterious
assistant
and
found
that
I
had
to
deal
with
one
of
the
coolest
and
most
daring
criminals
in
London.
He
was
doing
something
in
the
cellar—something
which
took
many
hours
a
day
for
months
on
end.
What
could
it
be,
once
more?
I
could
think
of
nothing
save
that
he
was
running
a
tunnel
to
some
other
building.”
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