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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle
Capítulo 7, Página 12
“Oh,
certainly,
certainly,”
answered
Mr.
Baker
with
a
sigh
of
relief.
“Of
course,
we
still
have
the
feathers,
legs,
crop,
and
so
on
of
your
own
bird,
so
if
you
wish—”
The
man
burst
into
a
hearty
laugh.
“They
might
be
useful
to
me
as
relics
of
my
adventure,”
said
he,
“but
beyond
that
I
can
hardly
see
what
use
the
disjecta
membra
of
my
late
acquaintance
are
going
to
be
to
me.
No,
sir,
I
think
that,
with
your
permission,
I
will
confine
my
attentions
to
the
excellent
bird
which
I
perceive
upon
the
sideboard.”
Sherlock
Holmes
glanced
sharply
across
at
me
with
a
slight
shrug
of
his
shoulders.
“There
is
your
hat,
then,
and
there
your
bird,”
said
he.
“By
the
way,
would
it
bore
you
to
tell
me
where
you
got
the
other
one
from?
I
am
somewhat
of
a
fowl
fancier,
and
I
have
seldom
seen
a
better
grown
goose.”
“Certainly,
sir,”
said
Baker,
who
had
risen
and
tucked
his
newly
gained
property
under
his
arm.
“There
are
a
few
of
us
who
frequent
the
Alpha
Inn,
near
the
Museum—we
are
to
be
found
in
the
Museum
itself
during
the
day,
you
understand.
This
year
our
good
host,
Windigate
by
name,
instituted
a
goose
club,
by
which,
on
consideration
of
some
few
pence
every
week,
we
were
each
to
receive
a
bird
at
Christmas.
My
pence
were
duly
paid,
and
the
rest
is
familiar
to
you.
I
am
much
indebted
to
you,
sir,
for
a
Scotch
bonnet
is
fitted
neither
to
my
years
nor
my
gravity.”
With
a
comical
pomposity
of
manner
he
bowed
solemnly
to
both
of
us
and
strode
off
upon
his
way.
“So
much
for
Mr.
Henry
Baker,”
said
Holmes
when
he
had
closed
the
door
behind
him.
“It
is
quite
certain
that
he
knows
nothing
whatever
about
the
matter.
Are
you
hungry,
Watson?”
“Not
particularly.”
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