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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Speckled Band
Capítulo 8, Página 30
Holmes
had
brought
a
long
thin
cane,
which
he
placed
on
the
bed
beside
him.
Next
to
it,
he
laid
a
box
of
matches
and
a
candle
stump.
Then
he
turned
down
the
lamp,
and
we
were
left
in
darkness.
How
shall
I
ever
forget
that
dreadful
vigil?
I
couldn't
hear
a
sound,
not
even
a
breath,
yet
I
knew
my
companion
sat
with
open
eyes,
just
a
few
feet
from
me,
in
the
same
tense
state
I
was
in.
The
shutters
blocked
out
any
light,
and
we
waited
in
complete
darkness.
From
outside
came
the
occasional
cry
of
a
night-bird,
and
once
a
long
drawn
catlike
whine
at
our
very
window,
confirming
the
cheetah
was
indeed
free.
Far
away,
we
could
hear
the
deep
tones
of
the
parish
clock,
which
chimed
every
quarter
of
an
hour.
How
long
those
quarters
seemed!
Twelve
struck,
then
one,
two,
and
three,
and
still,
we
sat
waiting
silently
for
whatever
might
happen.
Suddenly,
a
brief
light
appeared
near
the
ventilator
and
vanished,
followed
by
the
strong
smell
of
burning
oil
and
hot
metal.
Someone
next
door
had
lit
a
dark-lantern.
I
heard
a
soft
movement,
then
silence,
though
the
smell
intensified.
For
half
an
hour,
I
sat
listening
intently.
Then
a
new
sound
emerged—a
gentle,
soothing
noise
like
steam
escaping
from
a
kettle.
As
soon
as
we
heard
it,
Holmes
jumped
from
the
bed,
struck
a
match,
and
fiercely
whipped
at
the
bell-pull
with
his
cane.
“Do
you
see
it,
Watson?”
he
shouted.
“Do
you
see
it?”
But
I
saw
nothing.
When
Holmes
struck
the
light,
I
heard
a
low,
clear
whistle,
but
the
sudden
brightness
blinded
my
tired
eyes,
making
it
impossible
to
see
what
Holmes
was
attacking
so
violently.
However,
I
could
see
his
face
was
pale,
full
of
horror
and
disgust.
He
stopped
striking
and
stared
at
the
ventilator
when
suddenly
the
night
was
pierced
by
the
most
terrible
cry
I
had
ever
heard.
It
grew
louder,
a
hoarse
scream
of
pain,
fear,
and
anger
all
mixed
into
one
dreadful
sound.
They
say
it
woke
people
in
the
village
and
even
at
the
distant
parsonage.
It
chilled
us
to
the
bone,
and
I
stood
staring
at
Holmes,
and
he
at
me,
until
the
last
echoes
faded
back
into
the
silence.
“What
does
it
mean?”
I
gasped.
“It
means
it’s
all
over,”
Holmes
replied.
“And
perhaps,
in
the
end,
it’s
for
the
best.
Grab
your
pistol,
and
we’ll
go
into
Dr.
Roylott’s
room.”
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