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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
A Case of Identity
Capítulo 3, Página 16
“Oh,
it
won’t
do—really
it
won’t,”
said
Holmes
suavely.
“There
is
no
possible
getting
out
of
it,
Mr.
Windibank.
It
is
quite
too
transparent,
and
it
was
a
very
bad
compliment
when
you
said
that
it
was
impossible
for
me
to
solve
so
simple
a
question.
That’s
right!
Sit
down
and
let
us
talk
it
over.”
Our
visitor
collapsed
into
a
chair,
with
a
ghastly
face
and
a
glitter
of
moisture
on
his
brow.
“It—it’s
not
actionable,”
he
stammered.
“I
am
very
much
afraid
that
it
is
not.
But
between
ourselves,
Windibank,
it
was
as
cruel
and
selfish
and
heartless
a
trick
in
a
petty
way
as
ever
came
before
me.
Now,
let
me
just
run
over
the
course
of
events,
and
you
will
contradict
me
if
I
go
wrong.”
The
man
sat
huddled
up
in
his
chair,
with
his
head
sunk
upon
his
breast,
like
one
who
is
utterly
crushed.
Holmes
stuck
his
feet
up
on
the
corner
of
the
mantelpiece
and,
leaning
back
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets,
began
talking,
rather
to
himself,
as
it
seemed,
than
to
us.
“The
man
married
a
woman
very
much
older
than
himself
for
her
money,”
said
he,
“and
he
enjoyed
the
use
of
the
money
of
the
daughter
as
long
as
she
lived
with
them.
It
was
a
considerable
sum,
for
people
in
their
position,
and
the
loss
of
it
would
have
made
a
serious
difference.
It
was
worth
an
effort
to
preserve
it.
The
daughter
was
of
a
good,
amiable
disposition,
but
affectionate
and
warm-hearted
in
her
ways,
so
that
it
was
evident
that
with
her
fair
personal
advantages,
and
her
little
income,
she
would
not
be
allowed
to
remain
single
long.
Now
her
marriage
would
mean,
of
course,
the
loss
of
a
hundred
a
year,
so
what
does
her
stepfather
do
to
prevent
it?
He
takes
the
obvious
course
of
keeping
her
at
home
and
forbidding
her
to
seek
the
company
of
people
of
her
own
age.
But
soon
he
found
that
that
would
not
answer
forever.
She
became
restive,
insisted
upon
her
rights,
and
finally
announced
her
positive
intention
of
going
to
a
certain
ball.
What
does
her
clever
stepfather
do
then?
He
conceives
an
idea
more
creditable
to
his
head
than
to
his
heart.
With
the
connivance
and
assistance
of
his
wife
he
disguised
himself,
covered
those
keen
eyes
with
tinted
glasses,
masked
the
face
with
a
moustache
and
a
pair
of
bushy
whiskers,
sunk
that
clear
voice
into
an
insinuating
whisper,
and
doubly
secure
on
account
of
the
girl’s
short
sight,
he
appears
as
Mr.
Hosmer
Angel,
and
keeps
off
other
lovers
by
making
love
himself.”
“It
was
only
a
joke
at
first,”
groaned
our
visitor.
“We
never
thought
that
she
would
have
been
so
carried
away.”
“Very
likely
not.
However
that
may
be,
the
young
lady
was
very
decidedly
carried
away,
and,
having
quite
made
up
her
mind
that
her
stepfather
was
in
France,
the
suspicion
of
treachery
never
for
an
instant
entered
her
mind.
She
was
flattered
by
the
gentleman’s
attentions,
and
the
effect
was
increased
by
the
loudly
expressed
admiration
of
her
mother.
Then
Mr.
Angel
began
to
call,
for
it
was
obvious
that
the
matter
should
be
pushed
as
far
as
it
would
go
if
a
real
effect
were
to
be
produced.
There
were
meetings,
and
an
engagement,
which
would
finally
secure
the
girl’s
affections
from
turning
towards
anyone
else.
But
the
deception
could
not
be
kept
up
forever.
These
pretended
journeys
to
France
were
rather
cumbrous.
The
thing
to
do
was
clearly
to
bring
the
business
to
an
end
in
such
a
dramatic
manner
that
it
would
leave
a
permanent
impression
upon
the
young
lady’s
mind
and
prevent
her
from
looking
upon
any
other
suitor
for
some
time
to
come.
Hence
those
vows
of
fidelity
exacted
upon
a
Testament,
and
hence
also
the
allusions
to
a
possibility
of
something
happening
on
the
very
morning
of
the
wedding.
James
Windibank
wished
Miss
Sutherland
to
be
so
bound
to
Hosmer
Angel,
and
so
uncertain
as
to
his
fate,
that
for
ten
years
to
come,
at
any
rate,
she
would
not
listen
to
another
man.
As
far
as
the
church
door
he
brought
her,
and
then,
as
he
could
go
no
farther,
he
conveniently
vanished
away
by
the
old
trick
of
stepping
in
at
one
door
of
a
four-wheeler
and
out
at
the
other.
I
think
that
was
the
chain
of
events,
Mr.
Windibank!”
Our
visitor
had
recovered
something
of
his
assurance
while
Holmes
had
been
talking,
and
he
rose
from
his
chair
now
with
a
cold
sneer
upon
his
pale
face.
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