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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle
Capítulo 7, Página 14
“Well,
I
got
the
two
dozen
from
a
salesman
in
Covent
Garden.”
“Indeed?
I
know
some
of
them.
Which
was
it?”
“Breckinridge
is
his
name.”
“Ah!
I
don’t
know
him.
Well,
here’s
your
good
health
landlord,
and
prosperity
to
your
house.
Good-night.”
“Now
for
Mr.
Breckinridge,”
he
continued,
buttoning
up
his
coat
as
we
came
out
into
the
frosty
air.
“Remember,
Watson
that
though
we
have
so
homely
a
thing
as
a
goose
at
one
end
of
this
chain,
we
have
at
the
other
a
man
who
will
certainly
get
seven
years’
penal
servitude
unless
we
can
establish
his
innocence.
It
is
possible
that
our
inquiry
may
but
confirm
his
guilt;
but,
in
any
case,
we
have
a
line
of
investigation
which
has
been
missed
by
the
police,
and
which
a
singular
chance
has
placed
in
our
hands.
Let
us
follow
it
out
to
the
bitter
end.
Faces
to
the
south,
then,
and
quick
march!”
We
passed
across
Holborn,
down
Endell
Street,
and
so
through
a
zigzag
of
slums
to
Covent
Garden
Market.
One
of
the
largest
stalls
bore
the
name
of
Breckinridge
upon
it,
and
the
proprietor
a
horsey-looking
man,
with
a
sharp
face
and
trim
side-whiskers
was
helping
a
boy
to
put
up
the
shutters.
“Good-evening.
It’s
a
cold
night,”
said
Holmes.
The
salesman
nodded
and
shot
a
questioning
glance
at
my
companion.
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