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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet
Capítulo 11, Página 14
"It's
our
job
to
find
that
out,"
replied
Holmes.
"So
now,
if
you
agree,
Mr.
Holder,
let's
head
to
Streatham
together
and
spend
an
hour
looking
more
closely
at
the
details."
My
friend
insisted
that
I
join
them
on
their
trip,
which
I
was
eager
to
do,
as
the
story
had
stirred
my
curiosity
and
sympathy.
I
must
admit
that
the
banker's
son's
guilt
seemed
as
clear
to
me
as
it
did
to
his
distraught
father,
but
I
had
such
faith
in
Holmes'
judgment
that
I
felt
there
must
be
hope
as
long
as
he
wasn't
satisfied
with
the
current
explanation.
He
barely
spoke
a
word
on
the
way
to
the
southern
suburb,
sitting
with
his
chin
on
his
chest
and
his
hat
over
his
eyes,
deep
in
thought.
Our
client
seemed
encouraged
by
the
glimpse
of
hope
Holmes
offered
and
even
chatted
with
me
about
his
business
affairs.
A
short
train
ride
and
a
brief
walk
brought
us
to
Fairbank,
the
modest
home
of
the
great
financier.
Fairbank
was
a
large
square
house
of
white
stone,
set
back
from
the
road.
A
double
carriageway,
with
a
snow-covered
lawn,
stretched
in
front
to
two
large
iron
gates
that
marked
the
entrance.
On
the
right
side
was
a
small
wooded
area
leading
to
a
narrow
path
between
two
neat
hedges,
which
connected
the
road
to
the
kitchen
door,
forming
the
tradesmen's
entrance.
On
the
left
ran
a
lane
leading
to
the
stables,
and
it
wasn't
part
of
the
grounds,
being
a
public
but
rarely
used
path.
Holmes
left
us
at
the
door
and
walked
slowly
around
the
house,
across
the
front,
down
the
tradesmen's
path,
and
then
around
the
garden
to
the
stable
lane.
He
took
so
long
that
Mr.
Holder
and
I
went
into
the
dining
room
and
waited
by
the
fire
for
his
return.
We
were
sitting
in
silence
when
the
door
opened
and
a
young
lady
entered.
She
was
slightly
taller
than
average,
slim,
with
dark
hair
and
eyes
that
seemed
darker
against
her
pale
skin.
I
don't
think
I've
ever
seen
such
extreme
paleness
in
a
woman's
face.
Her
lips
were
colorless,
but
her
eyes
were
red
from
crying.
As
she
quietly
entered
the
room,
she
seemed
to
express
more
grief
than
the
banker
had
in
the
morning,
which
was
even
more
striking
because
she
was
clearly
a
woman
of
strong
character
with
great
self-control.
Ignoring
my
presence,
she
went
straight
to
her
uncle
and
gently
stroked
his
head
with
a
tender
touch.
"You've
ordered
Arthur's
release,
haven't
you,
dad?"
she
asked.
"No,
no,
my
dear,
we
must
get
to
the
bottom
of
this."
"But
I'm
so
sure
he's
innocent.
You
know
how
women's
instincts
are.
I
know
he
hasn't
done
anything
wrong,
and
you'll
regret
acting
so
harshly."
"Why
is
he
silent,
then,
if
he's
innocent?"
"Who
knows?
Maybe
he's
too
angry
that
you
suspect
him."
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