EN + ES
Escuchar
185
Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Speckled Band
Capítulo 8, Página 3
"Whatever
your
reasons,
you're
perfectly
correct,"
she
said.
"I
left
home
before
six,
reached
Leatherhead
at
twenty
past,
and
caught
the
first
train
to
Waterloo.
Sir,
I
can't
bear
this
strain
any
longer;
I'll
go
mad
if
it
continues.
I
have
no
one
to
turn
to—no
one,
except
one
person
who
cares
for
me,
and
he
can't
help
much.
I've
heard
of
you,
Mr.
Holmes,
from
Mrs.
Farintosh,
whom
you
helped
in
her
hour
of
need.
She
gave
me
your
address.
Oh,
sir,
don't
you
think
you
could
help
me
too,
and
shed
some
light
on
the
darkness
surrounding
me?
I
can't
pay
you
now,
but
in
a
month
or
six
weeks,
I'll
be
married
and
have
control
of
my
income,
and
you
won't
find
me
ungrateful."
Holmes
turned
to
his
desk,
unlocked
it,
and
took
out
a
small
case-book,
which
he
consulted.
"Farintosh,"
he
said.
"Ah
yes,
I
remember
the
case;
it
involved
an
opal
tiara.
I
think
it
was
before
your
time,
Watson.
I
can
only
say,
madam,
that
I'll
be
happy
to
devote
the
same
care
to
your
case
as
I
did
to
your
friend's.
As
for
payment,
my
profession
is
its
own
reward,
but
you're
free
to
cover
any
expenses
whenever
it
suits
you.
Now
please
tell
us
everything
that
might
help
us
form
an
opinion
on
the
matter."
"Alas!"
our
visitor
replied,
"the
horror
of
my
situation
is
that
my
fears
are
so
vague,
and
my
suspicions
depend
on
small
points
that
might
seem
trivial
to
others.
Even
the
person
I
should
be
able
to
rely
on
for
help
sees
my
concerns
as
the
fancies
of
a
nervous
woman.
He
doesn't
say
it,
but
I
can
tell
from
his
soothing
words
and
averted
eyes.
But
I've
heard,
Mr.
Holmes,
that
you
can
see
deeply
into
the
wickedness
of
the
human
heart.
You
might
advise
me
on
how
to
navigate
the
dangers
surrounding
me."
"I'm
all
ears,
madam."
"My
name
is
Helen
Stoner,
and
I
live
with
my
stepfather,
the
last
survivor
of
one
of
England's
oldest
Saxon
families,
the
Roylotts
of
Stoke
Moran,
on
Surrey's
western
border."
Holmes
nodded.
"The
name
is
familiar
to
me,"
he
said.
"The
family
was
once
among
the
wealthiest
in
England,
with
estates
stretching
into
Berkshire
to
the
north
and
Hampshire
to
the
west.
However,
in
the
last
century,
four
heirs
in
a
row
were
reckless
and
wasteful,
and
the
family's
downfall
was
completed
by
a
gambler
during
the
Regency
era.
All
that
remained
was
a
few
acres
of
land
and
the
two-hundred-year-old
house,
burdened
by
a
heavy
mortgage.
The
last
squire
lived
there
in
poverty,
but
his
only
son,
my
stepfather,
realized
he
needed
to
adapt.
He
borrowed
money
from
a
relative,
earned
a
medical
degree,
and
went
to
Calcutta.
There,
his
professional
skill
and
strong
character
helped
him
build
a
large
practice.
However,
in
a
fit
of
rage
over
some
thefts
at
his
home,
he
killed
his
butler
and
narrowly
avoided
a
death
sentence.
Instead,
he
served
a
long
prison
term
and
returned
to
England
a
bitter
and
disappointed
man."
||
||
Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes — B2 Inglés | Cuentana