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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Speckled Band
Capítulo 8, Página 28
"Holmes,"
I
exclaimed,
"I
think
I
understand
what
you're
hinting
at.
We
are
just
in
time
to
prevent
a
subtle
and
horrible
crime."
"Subtle
and
horrible
indeed.
When
a
doctor
goes
wrong,
he
is
the
worst
of
criminals.
He
has
nerve
and
knowledge.
Palmer
and
Pritchard
were
among
the
best
in
their
field.
This
man
strikes
even
deeper,
but
I
think,
Watson,
that
we
shall
be
able
to
strike
deeper
still.
But
we
will
face
enough
horrors
before
the
night
is
over;
for
goodness’
sake,
let’s
have
a
quiet
smoke
and
think
of
something
more
cheerful
for
a
few
hours."
Around
nine
o'clock,
the
light
among
the
trees
went
out,
and
all
was
dark
towards
the
Manor
House.
Two
hours
passed
slowly,
and
then,
suddenly,
just
as
the
clock
struck
eleven,
a
single
bright
light
appeared
right
in
front
of
us.
"That
is
our
signal,"
said
Holmes,
jumping
to
his
feet;
"it
comes
from
the
middle
window."
As
we
left,
he
exchanged
a
few
words
with
the
landlord,
explaining
that
we
were
visiting
an
acquaintance
late
and
might
spend
the
night
there.
A
moment
later,
we
were
out
on
the
dark
road,
a
cold
wind
blowing
in
our
faces,
and
one
yellow
light
twinkling
ahead
of
us
through
the
gloom
to
guide
us
on
our
somber
mission.
It
was
easy
to
enter
the
grounds,
as
unrepaired
breaches
gaped
in
the
old
park
wall.
Making
our
way
through
the
trees,
we
reached
the
lawn,
crossed
it,
and
were
about
to
enter
through
the
window
when
from
a
clump
of
laurel
bushes
darted
what
looked
like
a
hideous,
distorted
child.
It
threw
itself
on
the
grass,
writhing,
then
ran
swiftly
across
the
lawn
into
the
darkness.
"My
God!"
I
whispered;
"did
you
see
it?"
Holmes
was
momentarily
as
startled
as
I
was.
His
hand
gripped
my
wrist
tightly
in
his
agitation.
Then
he
broke
into
a
low
laugh
and
whispered
in
my
ear.
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