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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Speckled Band
Capítulo 8, Página 30
Holmes
brought
a
long
thin
cane
and
placed
it
on
the
bed.
He
also
had
matches
and
a
candle.
Then
he
turned
down
the
lamp,
and
we
sat
in
darkness.
I
will
never
forget
that
terrible
wait.
I
heard
no
sound,
not
even
breathing,
but
I
knew
Holmes
was
near
me,
also
tense.
The
shutters
blocked
all
light,
and
we
waited
in
complete
darkness.
Outside,
we
heard
night
birds,
and
once
a
long
cat-like
cry
at
our
window
told
us
the
cheetah
was
free.
Far
away,
the
clock
chimed
every
fifteen
minutes.
How
long
those
minutes
felt!
It
struck
twelve,
then
one,
two,
and
three,
and
still
we
waited
silently
for
what
might
happen.
Suddenly,
a
light
flashed
near
the
ventilator.
It
disappeared,
but
I
smelled
burning
oil
and
metal.
Someone
in
the
next
room
lit
a
lantern.
I
heard
a
soft
movement,
then
silence
again,
but
the
smell
got
stronger.
I
listened
carefully
for
half
an
hour.
Then
I
heard
a
gentle
sound,
like
steam
from
a
kettle.
When
we
heard
it,
Holmes
jumped
from
the
bed,
lit
a
match,
and
hit
the
bell-pull
with
his
cane.
"Do
you
see
it,
Watson?"
he
shouted.
"Do
you
see
it?"
But
I
saw
nothing.
When
Holmes
lit
the
match,
I
heard
a
low
whistle.
The
sudden
light
hurt
my
tired
eyes,
so
I
couldn't
see
what
Holmes
hit.
But
I
saw
his
face
was
pale
and
full
of
horror.
He
stopped
hitting
and
looked
at
the
ventilator.
Then
we
heard
a
terrible
cry.
It
got
louder
and
louder,
a
yell
of
pain,
fear,
and
anger.
People
in
the
village,
even
at
the
parsonage,
woke
up.
It
chilled
our
hearts.
I
looked
at
Holmes,
and
he
looked
at
me,
until
the
cry
faded
away.
"What
does
it
mean?"
I
asked,
shocked.
"It
means
it's
all
over,"
Holmes
said.
"And
maybe
it's
for
the
best.
Take
your
gun,
and
we
will
go
to
Dr.
Roylott's
room."
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