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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet
Capítulo 11, Página 10
"You've
called
me
enough
names,"
he
said.
"I
won't
take
it
anymore.
I
won't
say
another
word
about
this.
I'll
leave
your
house
in
the
morning
and
make
my
own
way."
"You'll
leave
it
in
the
hands
of
the
police!"
I
cried,
half-mad
with
anger
and
grief.
"I
will
get
to
the
bottom
of
this."
"You
won't
learn
anything
from
me,"
he
said
with
a
passion
I
didn't
think
he
had.
"If
you
call
the
police,
let
them
find
what
they
can."
"By
this
time,
the
whole
house
was
awake
because
I
had
raised
my
voice.
Mary
was
the
first
to
rush
into
my
room.
When
she
saw
the
coronet
and
Arthur's
face,
she
understood
everything
and
fainted.
I
sent
the
housemaid
to
get
the
police
and
handed
the
investigation
over
to
them
immediately.
When
the
inspector
and
a
constable
arrived,
Arthur,
who
stood
with
his
arms
folded,
asked
if
I
intended
to
charge
him
with
theft.
I
said
it
was
no
longer
a
private
matter
but
a
public
one
since
the
damaged
coronet
was
national
property.
I
was
determined
to
let
the
law
handle
everything."
"At
least,"
he
said,
"you
won't
have
me
arrested
right
away.
It
would
be
better
for
both
of
us
if
I
could
leave
the
house
for
five
minutes."
"'So
you
can
escape,
or
maybe
hide
what
you
stole,'
I
said.
Realizing
the
terrible
position
I
was
in,
I
begged
him
to
remember
that
not
only
my
honor
but
that
of
someone
much
greater
was
at
stake.
He
was
threatening
to
cause
a
scandal
that
would
shake
the
nation.
He
could
stop
it
all
if
he
just
told
me
what
he
did
with
the
three
missing
stones."
"You
should
face
the
matter,"
I
said.
"You
were
caught
in
the
act,
and
no
confession
could
make
your
guilt
worse.
If
you
tell
us
where
the
beryls
are,
everything
will
be
forgiven
and
forgotten."
"'Keep
your
forgiveness
for
those
who
want
it,'
he
replied,
turning
away
with
a
sneer.
I
saw
he
was
too
stubborn
for
my
words
to
change
him.
There
was
only
one
thing
to
do.
I
called
in
the
inspector
and
handed
him
over.
They
searched
him,
his
room,
and
every
part
of
the
house
where
he
might
have
hidden
the
gems,
but
found
nothing.
The
poor
boy
wouldn't
speak,
no
matter
how
much
we
tried
to
persuade
or
threaten
him.
This
morning
he
was
taken
to
a
cell,
and
after
dealing
with
all
the
police
paperwork,
I
came
to
you
to
ask
for
your
help
in
solving
this.
The
police
have
admitted
they
can't
make
sense
of
it.
You
can
spend
whatever
you
need.
I've
already
offered
a
reward
of
£1000.
My
God,
what
shall
I
do?
I've
lost
my
honor,
my
gems,
and
my
son
in
one
night.
Oh,
what
shall
I
do!"
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