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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Speckled Band
Capítulo 8, Página 1
As
I
review
my
notes
on
the
seventy
or
so
cases
I've
studied
with
my
friend
Sherlock
Holmes
over
the
past
eight
years,
I
find
many
are
tragic,
some
are
comic,
and
a
large
number
are
simply
strange,
but
none
are
ordinary.
Holmes
worked
more
for
the
love
of
his
craft
than
for
money,
refusing
to
take
on
any
investigation
that
wasn't
unusual
or
even
fantastic.
Of
all
these
varied
cases,
none
stands
out
more
than
the
one
involving
the
well-known
Surrey
family,
the
Roylotts
of
Stoke
Moran.
These
events
happened
early
in
my
time
with
Holmes
when
we
were
bachelors
sharing
rooms
on
Baker
Street.
I
could
have
recorded
them
sooner,
but
I
had
promised
secrecy,
a
promise
I
was
released
from
only
last
month
by
the
untimely
death
of
the
lady
to
whom
I
pledged.
It's
perhaps
best
that
the
facts
come
to
light
now,
as
there
are
rumors
about
Dr.
Grimesby
Roylott's
death
that
make
it
seem
even
worse
than
it
was.
It
was
early
in
April
of
'83
when
I
awoke
to
find
Sherlock
Holmes
standing
fully
dressed
by
my
bed.
Normally,
he
was
a
late
riser,
and
since
the
clock
showed
it
was
just
a
quarter
past
seven,
I
looked
at
him
with
surprise
and
perhaps
a
bit
of
annoyance,
as
I
was
regular
in
my
habits.
"Sorry
to
wake
you,
Watson,"
he
said,
"but
it's
the
common
fate
this
morning.
Mrs.
Hudson
woke
me,
and
now
I'm
waking
you."
"What
is
it,
then—a
fire?"
"No,
a
client.
A
young
lady
has
arrived
in
quite
a
state
of
excitement
and
insists
on
seeing
me.
She's
waiting
in
the
sitting
room.
When
young
ladies
wander
around
the
city
at
this
hour,
waking
people
from
their
beds,
I
assume
they
have
something
urgent
to
share.
If
it
turns
out
to
be
an
interesting
case,
I'm
sure
you'd
want
to
be
involved
from
the
start.
I
thought
I'd
give
you
the
chance."
"My
dear
fellow,
I
wouldn't
miss
it
for
anything."
I
had
no
greater
pleasure
than
following
Holmes
in
his
investigations,
admiring
his
rapid
deductions,
as
swift
as
intuition
but
always
based
on
logic.
I
quickly
dressed
and
was
ready
in
minutes
to
join
my
friend
in
the
sitting
room.
A
lady
dressed
in
black
and
heavily
veiled,
who
had
been
sitting
by
the
window,
stood
up
as
we
entered.
"Good
morning,
madam,"
said
Holmes
cheerfully.
"I'm
Sherlock
Holmes.
This
is
my
close
friend
and
colleague,
Dr.
Watson.
You
can
speak
as
freely
in
front
of
him
as
you
would
with
me.
Ah!
I
see
Mrs.
Hudson
has
sensibly
lit
the
fire.
Please
come
closer
to
it,
and
I'll
get
you
a
cup
of
hot
coffee,
as
I
notice
you're
shivering."
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