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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet
Capítulo 11, Página 27
"While
she
was
there,
he
couldn't
act
without
exposing
the
woman
he
loved.
But
once
she
left,
he
knew
how
terrible
this
was
for
you
and
how
important
it
was
to
fix
it.
He
ran
downstairs
barefoot,
opened
the
window,
jumped
into
the
snow,
and
chased
a
dark
figure
in
the
moonlight.
Sir
George
Burnwell
tried
to
escape,
but
Arthur
caught
him.
They
struggled,
each
pulling
the
coronet.
During
the
fight,
Arthur
hit
Sir
George
and
cut
him
over
the
eye.
Then
something
snapped,
and
your
son,
holding
the
coronet,
rushed
back,
closed
the
window,
and
went
to
your
room.
He
was
trying
to
fix
the
coronet
when
you
came
in."
"Is
it
possible?"
gasped
the
banker.
"You
made
him
angry
by
calling
him
names
when
he
thought
he
deserved
your
thanks.
He
couldn't
explain
everything
without
revealing
someone
who
deserved
no
kindness.
But
he
chose
to
protect
her
secret."
"That's
why
she
screamed
and
fainted
when
she
saw
the
coronet,"
cried
Mr.
Holder.
"Oh,
my
God!
What
a
fool
I've
been!
And
when
he
asked
to
go
out
for
five
minutes!
He
wanted
to
see
if
the
missing
piece
was
where
the
fight
happened.
How
wrongly
I
judged
him!"
"When
I
arrived,"
Holmes
continued,
"I
carefully
looked
around
the
house
for
traces
in
the
snow.
I
knew
no
snow
had
fallen
since
the
evening
and
that
frost
had
preserved
the
tracks.
I
walked
along
the
tradesmen’s
path
but
found
it
trampled
and
unclear.
Beyond
it,
near
the
kitchen
door,
a
woman
talked
to
a
man
with
a
wooden
leg.
I
saw
she
ran
back
quickly,
shown
by
deep
toe
and
light
heel
marks,
while
Wooden-leg
waited
and
then
left.
I
thought
it
might
be
the
maid
and
her
sweetheart
you
mentioned,
and
it
was.
I
looked
around
the
garden
but
only
found
random
tracks,
likely
from
the
police.
But
in
the
stable
lane,
I
saw
a
long,
complex
story
written
in
the
snow."
"There
were
tracks
of
a
booted
man
and
another
set
of
bare
feet.
I
believed
the
bare
feet
were
your
son's.
The
booted
man
walked
both
ways,
but
the
bare
feet
ran
fast.
His
steps
were
on
top
of
the
boot
marks,
so
he
came
after.
I
followed
them
to
the
hall
window,
where
the
booted
man
had
waited.
Then
I
traced
the
tracks
down
the
lane.
I
saw
where
the
booted
man
turned,
where
the
snow
was
disturbed
from
a
struggle,
and
where
a
few
drops
of
blood
fell,
proving
I
was
right.
The
booted
man
then
ran
down
the
lane,
leaving
another
blood
mark,
showing
he
was
hurt.
At
the
high
road,
the
pavement
was
clear,
ending
that
clue."
"When
I
entered
the
house,
I
examined
the
window
sill
and
frame
with
my
lens.
I
quickly
saw
that
someone
had
gone
out.
I
noticed
the
outline
of
a
foot
where
a
wet
shoe
had
been
placed.
I
started
to
form
an
idea
of
what
had
happened.
A
man
waited
outside
the
window;
someone
brought
the
gems;
your
son
saw
it
happen.
He
chased
the
thief
and
fought
with
him.
They
both
pulled
at
the
coronet,
causing
damage
that
neither
could
have
done
alone.
Your
son
returned
with
the
prize
but
left
a
piece
in
the
thief's
hand.
I
was
clear
on
this.
The
question
was,
who
was
the
man,
and
who
brought
him
the
coronet?"
"I
always
say
that
when
you
rule
out
the
impossible,
whatever
remains,
no
matter
how
unlikely,
must
be
the
truth.
I
knew
it
wasn't
you
who
brought
it
down,
leaving
only
your
niece
and
the
maids.
But
if
it
were
the
maids,
why
would
your
son
let
himself
be
blamed
instead?
There
was
no
reason.
Since
he
loved
his
cousin,
it
made
sense
that
he
would
keep
her
secret,
especially
since
it
was
a
shameful
one.
When
I
remembered
that
you
saw
her
at
the
window
and
how
she
fainted
when
she
saw
the
coronet
again,
my
guess
became
certain."
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