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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
A Case of Identity
Capítulo 3, Página 2
“It
was
from
the
reigning
family
of
Holland,
though
the
matter
in
which
I
served
them
was
of
such
delicacy
that
I
cannot
confide
it
even
to
you,
who
have
been
good
enough
to
chronicle
one
or
two
of
my
little
problems.”
“And
have
you
any
on
hand
just
now?”
I
asked
with
interest.
“Some
ten
or
twelve,
but
none
which
present
any
feature
of
interest.
They
are
important,
you
understand,
without
being
interesting.
Indeed,
I
have
found
that
it
is
usually
in
unimportant
matters
that
there
is
a
field
for
the
observation,
and
for
the
quick
analysis
of
cause
and
effect
which
gives
the
charm
to
an
investigation.
The
larger
crimes
are
apt
to
be
the
simpler,
for
the
bigger
the
crime
the
more
obvious,
as
a
rule,
is
the
motive.
In
these
cases,
save
for
one
rather
intricate
matter
which
has
been
referred
to
me
from
Marseilles,
there
is
nothing
which
presents
any
features
of
interest.
It
is
possible,
however,
that
I
may
have
something
better
before
very
many
minutes
are
over,
for
this
is
one
of
my
clients,
or
I
am
much
mistaken.”
He
had
risen
from
his
chair
and
was
standing
between
the
parted
blinds
gazing
down
into
the
dull
neutral-tinted
London
street.
Looking
over
his
shoulder,
I
saw
that
on
the
pavement
opposite
there
stood
a
large
woman
with
a
heavy
fur
boa
round
her
neck,
and
a
large
curling
red
feather
in
a
broad-brimmed
hat
which
was
tilted
in
a
coquettish
Duchess
of
Devonshire
fashion
over
her
ear.
From
under
this
great
panoply
she
peeped
up
in
a
nervous,
hesitating
fashion
at
our
windows,
while
her
body
oscillated
backward
and
forward,
and
her
fingers
fidgeted
with
her
glove
buttons.
Suddenly,
with
a
plunge,
as
of
the
swimmer
who
leaves
the
bank,
she
hurried
across
the
road,
and
we
heard
the
sharp
clang
of
the
bell.
“I
have
seen
those
symptoms
before,”
said
Holmes,
throwing
his
cigarette
into
the
fire.
“Oscillation
upon
the
pavement
always
means
an
affaire
de
cœur.
She
would
like
advice,
but
is
not
sure
that
the
matter
is
not
too
delicate
for
communication.
And
yet
even
here
we
may
discriminate.
When
a
woman
has
been
seriously
wronged
by
a
man
she
no
longer
oscillates,
and
the
usual
symptom
is
a
broken
bell
wire.
Here
we
may
take
it
that
there
is
a
love
matter,
but
that
the
maiden
is
not
so
much
angry
as
perplexed,
or
grieved.
But
here
she
comes
in
person
to
resolve
our
doubts.”
As
he
spoke
there
was
a
tap
at
the
door,
and
the
boy
in
buttons
entered
to
announce
Miss
Mary
Sutherland,
while
the
lady
herself
loomed
behind
his
small
black
figure
like
a
full-sailed
merchant-man
behind
a
tiny
pilot
boat.
Sherlock
Holmes
welcomed
her
with
the
easy
courtesy
for
which
he
was
remarkable,
and,
having
closed
the
door
and
bowed
her
into
an
armchair,
he
looked
her
over
in
the
minute
and
yet
abstracted
fashion
which
was
peculiar
to
him.
“Do
you
not
find,”
he
said,
“that
with
your
short
sight
it
is
a
little
trying
to
do
so
much
typewriting?”
“I
did
at
first,”
she
answered,
“but
now
I
know
where
the
letters
are
without
looking.”
Then,
suddenly
realising
the
full
purport
of
his
words,
she
gave
a
violent
start
and
looked
up,
with
fear
and
astonishment
upon
her
broad,
good-humoured
face.
“You’ve
heard
about
me,
Mr.
Holmes,”
she
cried,
“else
how
could
you
know
all
that?”
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