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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Red-Headed League
Capítulo 2, Página 8
“I
never
hope
to
see
such
a
sight
as
that
again,
Mr.
Holmes.
From
north,
south,
east,
and
west
every
man
who
had
a
shade
of
red
in
his
hair
had
tramped
into
the
city
to
answer
the
advertisement.
Fleet
Street
was
choked
with
red-headed
folk,
and
Pope’s
Court
looked
like
a
coster’s
orange
barrow.
I
should
not
have
thought
there
were
so
many
in
the
whole
country
as
were
brought
together
by
that
single
advertisement.
Every
shade
of
colour
they
were—straw,
lemon,
orange,
brick,
Irish-setter,
liver,
clay;
but,
as
Spaulding
said,
there
were
not
many
who
had
the
real
vivid
flame-coloured
tint.
When
I
saw
how
many
were
waiting,
I
would
have
given
it
up
in
despair;
but
Spaulding
would
not
hear
of
it.
How
he
did
it
I
could
not
imagine,
but
he
pushed
and
pulled
and
butted
until
he
got
me
through
the
crowd,
and
right
up
to
the
steps
which
led
to
the
office.
There
was
a
double
stream
upon
the
stair,
some
going
up
in
hope,
and
some
coming
back
dejected;
but
we
wedged
in
as
well
as
we
could
and
soon
found
ourselves
in
the
office.”
“Your
experience
has
been
a
most
entertaining
one,”
remarked
Holmes
as
his
client
paused
and
refreshed
his
memory
with
a
huge
pinch
of
snuff.
“Pray
continue
your
very
interesting
statement.”
“There
was
nothing
in
the
office
but
a
couple
of
wooden
chairs
and
a
deal
table,
behind
which
sat
a
small
man
with
a
head
that
was
even
redder
than
mine.
He
said
a
few
words
to
each
candidate
as
he
came
up,
and
then
he
always
managed
to
find
some
fault
in
them
which
would
disqualify
them.
Getting
a
vacancy
did
not
seem
to
be
such
a
very
easy
matter,
after
all.
However,
when
our
turn
came
the
little
man
was
much
more
favourable
to
me
than
to
any
of
the
others,
and
he
closed
the
door
as
we
entered,
so
that
he
might
have
a
private
word
with
us.”
“‘This
is
Mr.
Jabez
Wilson,’
said
my
assistant,
‘and
he
is
willing
to
fill
a
vacancy
in
the
League.’”
“‘And
he
is
admirably
suited
for
it,’
the
other
answered.
‘He
has
every
requirement.
I
cannot
recall
when
I
have
seen
anything
so
fine.’
He
took
a
step
backward,
cocked
his
head
on
one
side,
and
gazed
at
my
hair
until
I
felt
quite
bashful.
Then
suddenly
he
plunged
forward,
wrung
my
hand,
and
congratulated
me
warmly
on
my
success.”
“‘It
would
be
injustice
to
hesitate,’
said
he.
‘You
will,
however,
I
am
sure,
excuse
me
for
taking
an
obvious
precaution.’
With
that
he
seized
my
hair
in
both
his
hands,
and
tugged
until
I
yelled
with
the
pain.
‘There
is
water
in
your
eyes,’
said
he
as
he
released
me.
‘I
perceive
that
all
is
as
it
should
be.
But
we
have
to
be
careful,
for
we
have
twice
been
deceived
by
wigs
and
once
by
paint.
I
could
tell
you
tales
of
cobbler’s
wax
which
would
disgust
you
with
human
nature.’
He
stepped
over
to
the
window
and
shouted
through
it
at
the
top
of
his
voice
that
the
vacancy
was
filled.
A
groan
of
disappointment
came
up
from
below,
and
the
folk
all
trooped
away
in
different
directions
until
there
was
not
a
red-head
to
be
seen
except
my
own
and
that
of
the
manager.”
“‘My
name,’
said
he,
‘is
Mr.
Duncan
Ross,
and
I
am
myself
one
of
the
pensioners
upon
the
fund
left
by
our
noble
benefactor.
Are
you
a
married
man,
Mr.
Wilson?
Have
you
a
family?’”
“I
answered
that
I
had
not.”
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