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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle
Capítulo 7, Página 2
“It
is
to
him
that
this
trophy
belongs.”
“It
is
his
hat.”
“No,
no,
he
found
it.
Its
owner
is
unknown.
I
beg
that
you
will
look
upon
it
not
as
a
battered
billycock
but
as
an
intellectual
problem.
And,
first,
as
to
how
it
came
here.
It
arrived
upon
Christmas
morning,
in
company
with
a
good
fat
goose,
which
is,
I
have
no
doubt,
roasting
at
this
moment
in
front
of
Peterson’s
fire.
The
facts
are
these:
about
four
o’clock
on
Christmas
morning,
Peterson,
who,
as
you
know,
is
a
very
honest
fellow,
was
returning
from
some
small
jollification
and
was
making
his
way
homeward
down
Tottenham
Court
Road.
In
front
of
him
he
saw,
in
the
gaslight,
a
tallish
man,
walking
with
a
slight
stagger,
and
carrying
a
white
goose
slung
over
his
shoulder.
As
he
reached
the
corner
of
Goodge
Street,
a
row
broke
out
between
this
stranger
and
a
little
knot
of
roughs.
One
of
the
latter
knocked
off
the
man’s
hat,
on
which
he
raised
his
stick
to
defend
himself
and,
swinging
it
over
his
head,
smashed
the
shop
window
behind
him.
Peterson
had
rushed
forward
to
protect
the
stranger
from
his
assailants;
but
the
man,
shocked
at
having
broken
the
window,
and
seeing
an
official-looking
person
in
uniform
rushing
towards
him,
dropped
his
goose,
took
to
his
heels,
and
vanished
amid
the
labyrinth
of
small
streets
which
lie
at
the
back
of
Tottenham
Court
Road.
The
roughs
had
also
fled
at
the
appearance
of
Peterson,
so
that
he
was
left
in
possession
of
the
field
of
battle,
and
also
of
the
spoils
of
victory
in
the
shape
of
this
battered
hat
and
a
most
unimpeachable
Christmas
goose.”
“Which
surely
he
restored
to
their
owner?”
“My
dear
fellow,
there
lies
the
problem.
It
is
true
that
‘For
Mrs.
Henry
Baker’
was
printed
upon
a
small
card
which
was
tied
to
the
bird’s
left
leg,
and
it
is
also
true
that
the
initials
‘H.
B.’
are
legible
upon
the
lining
of
this
hat,
but
as
there
are
some
thousands
of
Bakers,
and
some
hundreds
of
Henry
Bakers
in
this
city
of
ours,
it
is
not
easy
to
restore
lost
property
to
any
one
of
them.”
“What,
then,
did
Peterson
do?”
“He
brought
round
both
hat
and
goose
to
me
on
Christmas
morning,
knowing
that
even
the
smallest
problems
are
of
interest
to
me.
The
goose
we
retained
until
this
morning,
when
there
were
signs
that,
in
spite
of
the
slight
frost,
it
would
be
well
that
it
should
be
eaten
without
unnecessary
delay.
Its
finder
has
carried
it
off,
therefore,
to
fulfil
the
ultimate
destiny
of
a
goose,
while
I
continue
to
retain
the
hat
of
the
unknown
gentleman
who
lost
his
Christmas
dinner.”
“Did
he
not
advertise?”
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