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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Speckled Band
Capítulo 8, Página 15
"Imagine
him
confusing
me
with
the
official
detective
force!
This
incident
adds
excitement
to
our
investigation,
and
I
hope
our
little
friend
doesn't
suffer
for
her
mistake
in
letting
this
brute
track
her.
Now,
Watson,
let's
order
breakfast,
and
then
I'll
go
to
Doctors'
Commons
to
gather
some
information
that
might
help
us."
It
was
almost
one
o'clock
when
Sherlock
Holmes
returned
from
his
outing.
He
held
a
sheet
of
blue
paper
covered
with
notes
and
figures.
"I've
seen
the
deceased
wife's
will,"
he
said.
"To
understand
it
fully,
I
had
to
calculate
the
current
value
of
the
investments
involved.
The
total
income,
which
was
nearly
£1,000
at
her
death,
is
now,
due
to
falling
agricultural
prices,
only
about
£750.
Each
daughter
can
claim
£250
if
they
marry.
So,
if
both
married,
this
man
would
have
very
little,
and
even
one
marriage
would
seriously
affect
him.
My
morning's
work
wasn't
wasted,
as
it
shows
he
has
strong
reasons
to
prevent
any
marriages.
Now,
Watson,
this
is
too
important
to
delay,
especially
since
the
old
man
knows
we're
interested
in
his
affairs.
So
if
you're
ready,
let's
call
a
cab
and
head
to
Waterloo.
I'd
appreciate
it
if
you
could
bring
your
revolver.
An
Eley's
No.
2
is
a
good
argument
against
men
who
can
bend
steel
pokers.
That
and
a
toothbrush
are
all
we
need."
At
Waterloo,
we
were
lucky
to
catch
a
train
to
Leatherhead,
where
we
hired
a
carriage
at
the
station
inn
and
drove
four
or
five
miles
through
the
beautiful
Surrey
lanes.
It
was
a
perfect
day,
with
bright
sun
and
a
few
fluffy
clouds
in
the
sky.
The
trees
and
roadside
hedges
were
just
beginning
to
show
their
first
green
shoots,
and
the
air
was
filled
with
the
pleasant
scent
of
the
moist
earth.
To
me,
at
least,
there
was
a
strange
contrast
between
the
sweet
promise
of
spring
and
our
dark
mission.
My
companion
sat
in
the
front
of
the
carriage,
arms
folded,
hat
pulled
down
over
his
eyes,
and
chin
on
his
chest,
deep
in
thought.
Suddenly,
he
tapped
me
on
the
shoulder
and
pointed
over
the
fields.
"Look
there!"
he
said.
A
heavily
wooded
park
rose
gently,
thickening
into
a
grove
at
the
top.
Among
the
branches,
the
grey
gables
and
high
roof
of
an
old
mansion
stood
out.
"Stoke
Moran?"
he
asked.
"Yes,
sir,
that's
Dr.
Grimesby
Roylott's
house,"
the
driver
remarked.
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