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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle
Capítulo 7, Página 19
“Now,
then,
what’s
the
last
entry?”
“‘December
22nd.
Twenty-four
geese
at
7s.
d.’”
“Quite
so.
There
you
are.
And
underneath?”
“‘Sold
to
Mr.
Windigate
of
the
Alpha,
at
s.’”
“What
have
you
to
say
now?”
Sherlock
Holmes
looked
deeply
chagrined.
He
drew
a
sovereign
from
his
pocket
and
threw
it
down
upon
the
slab,
turning
away
with
the
air
of
a
man
whose
disgust
is
too
deep
for
words.
A
few
yards
off
he
stopped
under
a
lamp-post
and
laughed
in
the
hearty,
noiseless
fashion
which
was
peculiar
to
him.
“When
you
see
a
man
with
whiskers
of
that
cut
and
the
‘Pink
’un’
protruding
out
of
his
pocket,
you
can
always
draw
him
by
a
bet,”
said
he.
“I
daresay
that
if
I
had
put
£
100
down
in
front
of
him,
that
man
would
not
have
given
me
such
complete
information
as
was
drawn
from
him
by
the
idea
that
he
was
doing
me
on
a
wager.
Well,
Watson,
we
are,
I
fancy,
nearing
the
end
of
our
quest,
and
the
only
point
which
remains
to
be
determined
is
whether
we
should
go
on
to
this
Mrs.
Oakshott
to-night,
or
whether
we
should
reserve
it
for
to-morrow.
It
is
clear
from
what
that
surly
fellow
said
that
there
are
others
besides
ourselves
who
are
anxious
about
the
matter,
and
I
should—”
His
remarks
were
suddenly
cut
short
by
a
loud
hubbub
which
broke
out
from
the
stall
which
we
had
just
left.
Turning
round
we
saw
a
little
rat-faced
fellow
standing
in
the
centre
of
the
circle
of
yellow
light
which
was
thrown
by
the
swinging
lamp,
while
Breckinridge,
the
salesman,
framed
in
the
door
of
his
stall,
was
shaking
his
fists
fiercely
at
the
cringing
figure.
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