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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Red-Headed League
Capítulo 2, Página 4
Mr.
Jabez
Wilson
laughed
heavily.
“Well,
I
never!”
said
he.
“I
thought
at
first
that
you
had
done
something
clever,
but
I
see
that
there
was
nothing
in
it
after
all.”
“I
begin
to
think,
Watson,”
said
Holmes,
“that
I
make
a
mistake
in
explaining.
‘Omne
ignotum
pro
magnifico,’
you
know,
and
my
poor
little
reputation,
such
as
it
is,
will
suffer
shipwreck
if
I
am
so
candid.
Can
you
not
find
the
advertisement,
Mr.
Wilson?”
“Yes,
I
have
got
it
now,”
he
answered
with
his
thick
red
finger
planted
halfway
down
the
column.
“Here
it
is.
This
is
what
began
it
all.
You
just
read
it
for
yourself,
sir.”
I
took
the
paper
from
him
and
read
as
follows:
“TO
THE
RED-HEADED
LEAGUE:
On
account
of
the
bequest
of
the
late
Ezekiah
Hopkins,
of
Lebanon,
Pennsylvania,
U.
S.
A.,
there
is
now
another
vacancy
open
which
entitles
a
member
of
the
League
to
a
salary
of
£
4
a
week
for
purely
nominal
services.
All
red-headed
men
who
are
sound
in
body
and
mind
and
above
the
age
of
twenty-one
years,
are
eligible.
Apply
in
person
on
Monday,
at
eleven
o’clock,
to
Duncan
Ross,
at
the
offices
of
the
League,
7
Pope’s
Court,
Fleet
Street.”
“What
on
earth
does
this
mean?”
I
ejaculated
after
I
had
twice
read
over
the
extraordinary
announcement.
Holmes
chuckled
and
wriggled
in
his
chair,
as
was
his
habit
when
in
high
spirits.
“It
is
a
little
off
the
beaten
track,
isn’t
it?”
said
he.
“And
now,
Mr.
Wilson,
off
you
go
at
scratch
and
tell
us
all
about
yourself,
your
household,
and
the
effect
which
this
advertisement
had
upon
your
fortunes.
You
will
first
make
a
note,
Doctor,
of
the
paper
and
the
date.”
“It
is
The
Morning
Chronicle
of
April
27,
1890.
Just
two
months
ago.”
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