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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Boscombe Valley Mystery
Capítulo 4, Página 1
We
were
seated
at
breakfast
one
morning,
my
wife
and
I,
when
the
maid
brought
in
a
telegram.
It
was
from
Sherlock
Holmes
and
ran
in
this
way:
“Have
you
a
couple
of
days
to
spare?
Have
just
been
wired
for
from
the
west
of
England
in
connection
with
Boscombe
Valley
tragedy.
Shall
be
glad
if
you
will
come
with
me.
Air
and
scenery
perfect.
Leave
Paddington
by
the
11:.”
“What
do
you
say,
dear?”
said
my
wife,
looking
across
at
me.
“Will
you
go?”
“I
really
don’t
know
what
to
say.
I
have
a
fairly
long
list
at
present.”
“Oh,
Anstruther
would
do
your
work
for
you.
You
have
been
looking
a
little
pale
lately.
I
think
that
the
change
would
do
you
good,
and
you
are
always
so
interested
in
Mr.
Sherlock
Holmes’
cases.”
“I
should
be
ungrateful
if
I
were
not,
seeing
what
I
gained
through
one
of
them,”
I
answered.
“But
if
I
am
to
go,
I
must
pack
at
once,
for
I
have
only
half
an
hour.”
My
experience
of
camp
life
in
Afghanistan
had
at
least
had
the
effect
of
making
me
a
prompt
and
ready
traveller.
My
wants
were
few
and
simple,
so
that
in
less
than
the
time
stated
I
was
in
a
cab
with
my
valise,
rattling
away
to
Paddington
Station.
Sherlock
Holmes
was
pacing
up
and
down
the
platform,
his
tall,
gaunt
figure
made
even
gaunter
and
taller
by
his
long
grey
travelling-cloak
and
close-fitting
cloth
cap.
“It
is
really
very
good
of
you
to
come,
Watson,”
said
he.
“It
makes
a
considerable
difference
to
me,
having
someone
with
me
on
whom
I
can
thoroughly
rely.
Local
aid
is
always
either
worthless
or
else
biassed.
If
you
will
keep
the
two
corner
seats
I
shall
get
the
tickets.”
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