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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle
Capítulo 7, Página 7
“The
goose,
Mr.
Holmes!
The
goose,
sir!”
he
gasped.
“Eh?
What
of
it,
then?
Has
it
returned
to
life
and
flapped
off
through
the
kitchen
window?”
Holmes
twisted
himself
round
upon
the
sofa
to
get
a
fairer
view
of
the
man’s
excited
face.
“See
here,
sir!
See
what
my
wife
found
in
its
crop!”
He
held
out
his
hand
and
displayed
upon
the
centre
of
the
palm
a
brilliantly
scintillating
blue
stone,
rather
smaller
than
a
bean
in
size,
but
of
such
purity
and
radiance
that
it
twinkled
like
an
electric
point
in
the
dark
hollow
of
his
hand.
Sherlock
Holmes
sat
up
with
a
whistle.
“By
Jove,
Peterson!”
said
he,
“this
is
treasure
trove
indeed.
I
suppose
you
know
what
you
have
got?”
“A
diamond,
sir?
A
precious
stone.
It
cuts
into
glass
as
though
it
were
putty.”
“It’s
more
than
a
precious
stone.
It
is
the
precious
stone.”
“Not
the
Countess
of
Morcar’s
blue
carbuncle!”
I
ejaculated.
“Precisely
so.
I
ought
to
know
its
size
and
shape,
seeing
that
I
have
read
the
advertisement
about
it
in
The
Times
every
day
lately.
It
is
absolutely
unique,
and
its
value
can
only
be
conjectured,
but
the
reward
offered
of
£
1000
is
certainly
not
within
a
twentieth
part
of
the
market
price.”
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