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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
A Case of Identity
Capítulo 3, Página 11
Sherlock
Holmes
sat
silent
for
a
few
minutes
with
his
fingertips
still
pressed
together,
his
legs
stretched
out
in
front
of
him,
and
his
gaze
directed
upward
to
the
ceiling.
Then
he
took
down
from
the
rack
the
old
and
oily
clay
pipe,
which
was
to
him
as
a
counsellor,
and,
having
lit
it,
he
leaned
back
in
his
chair,
with
the
thick
blue
cloud-wreaths
spinning
up
from
him,
and
a
look
of
infinite
languor
in
his
face.
“Quite
an
interesting
study,
that
maiden,”
he
observed.
“I
found
her
more
interesting
than
her
little
problem,
which,
by
the
way,
is
rather
a
trite
one.
You
will
find
parallel
cases,
if
you
consult
my
index,
in
Andover
in
’77,
and
there
was
something
of
the
sort
at
The
Hague
last
year.
Old
as
is
the
idea,
however,
there
were
one
or
two
details
which
were
new
to
me.
But
the
maiden
herself
was
most
instructive.”
“You
appeared
to
read
a
good
deal
upon
her
which
was
quite
invisible
to
me,”
I
remarked.
“Not
invisible
but
unnoticed,
Watson.
You
did
not
know
where
to
look,
and
so
you
missed
all
that
was
important.
I
can
never
bring
you
to
realise
the
importance
of
sleeves,
the
suggestiveness
of
thumb-nails,
or
the
great
issues
that
may
hang
from
a
boot-lace.
Now,
what
did
you
gather
from
that
woman’s
appearance?
Describe
it.”
“Well,
she
had
a
slate-coloured,
broad-brimmed
straw
hat,
with
a
feather
of
a
brickish
red.
Her
jacket
was
black,
with
black
beads
sewn
upon
it,
and
a
fringe
of
little
black
jet
ornaments.
Her
dress
was
brown,
rather
darker
than
coffee
colour,
with
a
little
purple
plush
at
the
neck
and
sleeves.
Her
gloves
were
greyish
and
were
worn
through
at
the
right
forefinger.
Her
boots
I
didn’t
observe.
She
had
small
round,
hanging
gold
earrings,
and
a
general
air
of
being
fairly
well-to-do
in
a
vulgar,
comfortable,
easy-going
way.”
Sherlock
Holmes
clapped
his
hands
softly
together
and
chuckled.
“’Pon
my
word,
Watson,
you
are
coming
along
wonderfully.
You
have
really
done
very
well
indeed.
It
is
true
that
you
have
missed
everything
of
importance,
but
you
have
hit
upon
the
method,
and
you
have
a
quick
eye
for
colour.
Never
trust
to
general
impressions,
my
boy,
but
concentrate
yourself
upon
details.
My
first
glance
is
always
at
a
woman’s
sleeve.
In
a
man
it
is
perhaps
better
first
to
take
the
knee
of
the
trouser.
As
you
observe,
this
woman
had
plush
upon
her
sleeves,
which
is
a
most
useful
material
for
showing
traces.
The
double
line
a
little
above
the
wrist,
where
the
typewritist
presses
against
the
table,
was
beautifully
defined.
The
sewing-machine,
of
the
hand
type,
leaves
a
similar
mark,
but
only
on
the
left
arm,
and
on
the
side
of
it
farthest
from
the
thumb,
instead
of
being
right
across
the
broadest
part,
as
this
was.
I
then
glanced
at
her
face,
and,
observing
the
dint
of
a
pince-nez
at
either
side
of
her
nose,
I
ventured
a
remark
upon
short
sight
and
typewriting,
which
seemed
to
surprise
her.”
“It
surprised
me.”
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