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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
A Case of Identity
Capítulo 3, Página 17
“It
may
be
so,
or
it
may
not,
Mr.
Holmes,”
said
he,
“but
if
you
are
so
very
sharp
you
ought
to
be
sharp
enough
to
know
that
it
is
you
who
are
breaking
the
law
now,
and
not
me.
I
have
done
nothing
actionable
from
the
first,
but
as
long
as
you
keep
that
door
locked
you
lay
yourself
open
to
an
action
for
assault
and
illegal
constraint.”
“The
law
cannot,
as
you
say,
touch
you,”
said
Holmes,
unlocking
and
throwing
open
the
door,
“yet
there
never
was
a
man
who
deserved
punishment
more.
If
the
young
lady
has
a
brother
or
a
friend,
he
ought
to
lay
a
whip
across
your
shoulders.
By
Jove!”
he
continued,
flushing
up
at
the
sight
of
the
bitter
sneer
upon
the
man’s
face,
“it
is
not
part
of
my
duties
to
my
client,
but
here’s
a
hunting
crop
handy,
and
I
think
I
shall
just
treat
myself
to—”
He
took
two
swift
steps
to
the
whip,
but
before
he
could
grasp
it
there
was
a
wild
clatter
of
steps
upon
the
stairs,
the
heavy
hall
door
banged,
and
from
the
window
we
could
see
Mr.
James
Windibank
running
at
the
top
of
his
speed
down
the
road.
“There’s
a
cold-blooded
scoundrel!”
said
Holmes,
laughing,
as
he
threw
himself
down
into
his
chair
once
more.
“That
fellow
will
rise
from
crime
to
crime
until
he
does
something
very
bad,
and
ends
on
a
gallows.
The
case
has,
in
some
respects,
been
not
entirely
devoid
of
interest.”
“I
cannot
now
entirely
see
all
the
steps
of
your
reasoning,”
I
remarked.
“Well,
of
course
it
was
obvious
from
the
first
that
this
Mr.
Hosmer
Angel
must
have
some
strong
object
for
his
curious
conduct,
and
it
was
equally
clear
that
the
only
man
who
really
profited
by
the
incident,
as
far
as
we
could
see,
was
the
stepfather.
Then
the
fact
that
the
two
men
were
never
together,
but
that
the
one
always
appeared
when
the
other
was
away,
was
suggestive.
So
were
the
tinted
spectacles
and
the
curious
voice,
which
both
hinted
at
a
disguise,
as
did
the
bushy
whiskers.
My
suspicions
were
all
confirmed
by
his
peculiar
action
in
typewriting
his
signature,
which,
of
course,
inferred
that
his
handwriting
was
so
familiar
to
her
that
she
would
recognise
even
the
smallest
sample
of
it.
You
see
all
these
isolated
facts,
together
with
many
minor
ones,
all
pointed
in
the
same
direction.”
“And
how
did
you
verify
them?”
“Having
once
spotted
my
man,
it
was
easy
to
get
corroboration.
I
knew
the
firm
for
which
this
man
worked.
Having
taken
the
printed
description.
I
eliminated
everything
from
it
which
could
be
the
result
of
a
disguise—the
whiskers,
the
glasses,
the
voice,
and
I
sent
it
to
the
firm,
with
a
request
that
they
would
inform
me
whether
it
answered
to
the
description
of
any
of
their
travellers.
I
had
already
noticed
the
peculiarities
of
the
typewriter,
and
I
wrote
to
the
man
himself
at
his
business
address
asking
him
if
he
would
come
here.
As
I
expected,
his
reply
was
typewritten
and
revealed
the
same
trivial
but
characteristic
defects.
The
same
post
brought
me
a
letter
from
Westhouse
&
Marbank,
of
Fenchurch
Street,
to
say
that
the
description
tallied
in
every
respect
with
that
of
their
employé,
James
Windibank.
Voilà
tout!”
“And
Miss
Sutherland?”
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