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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle
Capítulo 7, Página 27
There
was
a
long
silence,
broken
only
by
his
heavy
breathing
and
by
the
measured
tapping
of
Sherlock
Holmes’
finger-tips
upon
the
edge
of
the
table.
Then
my
friend
rose
and
threw
open
the
door.
“Get
out!”
said
he.
“What,
sir!
Oh,
Heaven
bless
you!”
“No
more
words.
Get
out!”
And
no
more
words
were
needed.
There
was
a
rush,
a
clatter
upon
the
stairs,
the
bang
of
a
door,
and
the
crisp
rattle
of
running
footfalls
from
the
street.
“After
all,
Watson,”
said
Holmes,
reaching
up
his
hand
for
his
clay
pipe,
“I
am
not
retained
by
the
police
to
supply
their
deficiencies.
If
Horner
were
in
danger
it
would
be
another
thing;
but
this
fellow
will
not
appear
against
him,
and
the
case
must
collapse.
I
suppose
that
I
am
commuting
a
felony,
but
it
is
just
possible
that
I
am
saving
a
soul.
This
fellow
will
not
go
wrong
again;
he
is
too
terribly
frightened.
Send
him
to
gaol
now,
and
you
make
him
a
gaol-bird
for
life.
Besides,
it
is
the
season
of
forgiveness.
Chance
has
put
in
our
way
a
most
singular
and
whimsical
problem,
and
its
solution
is
its
own
reward.
If
you
will
have
the
goodness
to
touch
the
bell,
Doctor,
we
will
begin
another
investigation,
in
which,
also
a
bird
will
be
the
chief
feature.”
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