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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Speckled Band
Capítulo 8, Página 31
With
a
serious
look,
he
lit
the
lamp
and
led
the
way
down
the
corridor.
He
knocked
twice
on
the
door,
but
there
was
no
answer.
Then
he
turned
the
handle
and
entered,
with
me
right
behind
him,
my
pistol
ready.
We
saw
a
strange
scene.
On
the
table
was
a
dark-lantern,
its
shutter
half
open,
lighting
up
an
iron
safe
with
its
door
open.
Dr.
Grimesby
Roylott
sat
in
a
chair,
wearing
a
long
grey
dressing-gown.
His
bare
ankles
showed,
and
he
wore
red
Turkish
slippers.
Across
his
lap
was
a
short
stick
with
a
long
lash.
His
head
was
tilted
back,
and
his
eyes
stared
at
the
ceiling.
Around
his
forehead
was
a
yellow
band
with
brown
spots,
tightly
wrapped.
He
made
no
sound
or
movement
as
we
entered.
"The
band!
The
speckled
band!"
whispered
Holmes.
I
stepped
forward.
Suddenly,
the
strange
band
started
to
move.
A
snake's
head
and
neck
rose
from
his
hair.
"It's
a
swamp
adder!"
cried
Holmes.
"The
deadliest
snake
in
India.
He
died
ten
seconds
after
being
bitten.
Violence
often
turns
back
on
the
violent,
and
the
schemer
falls
into
his
own
trap.
Let's
put
this
snake
back
in
its
den,
and
then
we
can
take
Miss
Stoner
to
a
safe
place
and
inform
the
police."
As
he
spoke,
Holmes
took
the
whip
from
the
dead
man's
lap.
He
quickly
looped
it
around
the
snake's
neck,
pulled
it
from
its
perch,
and
threw
it
into
the
iron
safe,
closing
the
door.
These
are
the
true
events
of
Dr.
Grimesby
Roylott's
death
at
Stoke
Moran.
I
don't
need
to
make
this
story
longer
by
explaining
how
we
told
the
sad
news
to
the
frightened
girl,
or
how
we
took
her
to
her
aunt's
care
in
Harrow
by
the
morning
train.
The
official
inquiry
concluded
that
the
doctor
died
while
carelessly
handling
a
dangerous
pet.
Sherlock
Holmes
told
me
the
rest
of
the
case
as
we
traveled
back
the
next
day.
"I
made
a
wrong
conclusion,
Watson,"
he
said.
"It
shows
how
dangerous
it
is
to
reason
without
enough
facts.
The
gipsies
and
the
word
'band,'
which
the
poor
girl
used,
led
me
in
the
wrong
direction.
I
realized
the
danger
couldn't
come
from
the
window
or
the
door.
My
attention
turned
to
the
ventilator
and
the
bell-rope.
The
discovery
that
the
rope
was
a
dummy
and
the
bed
was
fixed
to
the
floor
made
me
suspect
the
rope
was
a
path
for
something
passing
through
the
hole
to
the
bed.
I
thought
of
a
snake,
and
knowing
the
doctor
had
creatures
from
India,
I
felt
I
was
right.
Using
a
poison
that
couldn't
be
detected
by
tests
would
suit
a
clever
and
ruthless
man
with
Eastern
knowledge.
The
poison
would
work
quickly,
which
was
an
advantage
for
him.
It
would
take
a
sharp-eyed
coroner
to
spot
the
tiny
puncture
marks.
I
thought
of
the
whistle.
He
must
call
the
snake
back
before
morning
light
revealed
it.
He
trained
it,
probably
with
milk,
to
return
when
called.
He
put
it
through
the
ventilator
at
the
right
time,
knowing
it
would
crawl
down
the
rope
to
the
bed.
It
might
not
bite
every
night,
but
eventually,
it
would."
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