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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle
Capítulo 7, Página 13
“Then
I
suggest
that
we
turn
our
dinner
into
a
supper
and
follow
up
this
clue
while
it
is
still
hot.”
“By
all
means.”
It
was
a
bitter
night,
so
we
drew
on
our
ulsters
and
wrapped
cravats
about
our
throats.
Outside,
the
stars
were
shining
coldly
in
a
cloudless
sky,
and
the
breath
of
the
passers-by
blew
out
into
smoke
like
so
many
pistol
shots.
Our
footfalls
rang
out
crisply
and
loudly
as
we
swung
through
the
doctors’
quarter,
Wimpole
Street,
Harley
Street,
and
so
through
Wigmore
Street
into
Oxford
Street.
In
a
quarter
of
an
hour
we
were
in
Bloomsbury
at
the
Alpha
Inn,
which
is
a
small
public-house
at
the
corner
of
one
of
the
streets
which
runs
down
into
Holborn.
Holmes
pushed
open
the
door
of
the
private
bar
and
ordered
two
glasses
of
beer
from
the
ruddy-faced,
white-aproned
landlord.
“Your
beer
should
be
excellent
if
it
is
as
good
as
your
geese,”
said
he.
“My
geese!”
The
man
seemed
surprised.
“Yes.
I
was
speaking
only
half
an
hour
ago
to
Mr.
Henry
Baker,
who
was
a
member
of
your
goose
club.”
“Ah!
yes,
I
see.
But
you
see,
sir,
them’s
not
our
geese.”
“Indeed!
Whose,
then?”
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