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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet
Capítulo 11, Página 27
"As
long
as
she
was
there,
he
couldn't
act
without
exposing
the
woman
he
loved.
But
as
soon
as
she
was
gone,
he
realized
how
disastrous
this
was
for
you
and
how
crucial
it
was
to
fix
it.
He
rushed
out,
just
as
he
was,
barefoot,
opened
the
window,
and
ran
into
the
snow
down
the
lane,
where
he
saw
a
dark
figure
in
the
moonlight.
Sir
George
Burnwell
tried
to
escape,
but
Arthur
caught
him,
and
they
struggled,
each
pulling
at
the
coronet.
In
the
fight,
your
son
struck
Sir
George
and
cut
him
over
the
eye.
Then
something
snapped,
and
your
son,
realizing
he
had
the
coronet,
rushed
back,
shut
the
window,
and
went
to
your
room.
He
had
just
noticed
the
coronet
was
bent
in
the
struggle
and
was
trying
to
fix
it
when
you
arrived."
"Is
it
possible?"
gasped
the
banker.
"You
then
angered
him
by
calling
him
names
when
he
felt
he
deserved
your
deepest
gratitude.
He
couldn't
reveal
the
truth
without
betraying
someone
who
certainly
didn't
deserve
much
consideration
from
him.
However,
he
took
the
more
noble
path
and
kept
her
secret."
"And
that's
why
she
screamed
and
fainted
when
she
saw
the
coronet,"
cried
Mr.
Holder.
"Oh,
my
God!
What
a
blind
fool
I've
been!
And
his
request
to
go
out
for
five
minutes!
The
dear
boy
wanted
to
check
if
the
missing
piece
was
at
the
scene
of
the
struggle.
How
cruelly
I've
misjudged
him!"
"When
I
arrived
at
the
house,"
Holmes
continued,
"I
immediately
examined
the
area
to
see
if
there
were
any
clues
in
the
snow.
I
knew
no
snow
had
fallen
since
the
evening
before,
and
the
frost
had
preserved
the
impressions.
I
walked
along
the
tradesmen’s
path,
but
it
was
all
trampled
and
unclear.
Just
beyond
it,
near
the
kitchen
door,
a
woman
had
stood
talking
with
a
man,
whose
round
footprints
indicated
he
had
a
wooden
leg.
I
could
tell
they
had
been
disturbed,
as
the
woman
had
run
back
quickly
to
the
door,
shown
by
the
deep
toe
and
light
heel
marks,
while
Wooden-leg
had
waited
and
then
left.
I
thought
this
might
be
the
maid
and
her
sweetheart
you
mentioned,
and
inquiries
confirmed
it.
I
walked
around
the
garden,
seeing
nothing
but
random
tracks,
likely
from
the
police.
But
when
I
reached
the
stable
lane,
a
very
long
and
complex
story
was
written
in
the
snow
ahead
of
me."
"There
was
a
double
line
of
tracks
from
a
booted
man
and
another
line
from
a
man
with
bare
feet.
I
was
convinced
from
what
you
told
me
that
the
latter
was
your
son.
The
booted
man
had
walked
both
ways,
but
the
barefoot
one
had
run
quickly,
and
since
his
footprints
overlapped
the
boot
marks,
it
was
clear
he
passed
after
the
other.
I
followed
them
to
the
hall
window,
where
the
booted
man
had
worn
away
the
snow
while
waiting.
Then
I
walked
to
the
other
end
of
the
lane,
about
a
hundred
yards
away.
I
saw
where
the
booted
man
turned,
where
the
snow
was
disturbed
as
if
there
had
been
a
struggle,
and
finally,
where
a
few
drops
of
blood
fell,
confirming
I
wasn't
mistaken.
The
booted
man
then
ran
down
the
lane,
and
another
small
bloodstain
showed
he
was
the
one
injured.
When
he
reached
the
main
road,
I
found
the
pavement
cleared,
so
that
clue
ended
there."
"When
I
entered
the
house,
I
examined
the
window
sill
and
frame
with
my
lens,
as
you
recall.
I
immediately
noticed
that
someone
had
exited
through
the
window.
I
could
see
the
outline
of
a
foot
where
a
wet
shoe
had
been
placed.
This
helped
me
start
forming
an
opinion
about
what
happened.
A
man
had
waited
outside
the
window,
someone
had
brought
the
gems,
and
your
son
had
witnessed
it.
He
chased
the
thief,
struggled
with
him,
and
they
both
pulled
at
the
coronet.
Their
combined
effort
caused
damage
that
neither
could
have
done
alone.
Your
son
returned
with
the
coronet
but
left
a
piece
in
the
thief's
hand.
Up
to
this
point,
everything
was
clear.
The
question
now
was,
who
was
the
man,
and
who
brought
him
the
coronet?"
"I
have
a
saying
that
once
you
rule
out
the
impossible,
whatever
remains,
no
matter
how
unlikely,
must
be
the
truth.
I
knew
it
wasn't
you
who
brought
the
coronet,
so
that
left
only
your
niece
and
the
maids.
But
if
the
maids
were
involved,
why
would
your
son
take
the
blame
for
them?
There
was
no
reason
for
that.
However,
since
he
loved
his
cousin,
it
made
sense
he
would
protect
her
secret,
especially
since
it
was
a
shameful
one.
When
I
remembered
you
saw
her
at
the
window
and
how
she
fainted
upon
seeing
the
coronet
again,
my
guess
turned
into
certainty."
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