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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Speckled Band
Capítulo 8, Página 4
"While
in
India,
Dr.
Roylott
married
my
mother,
Mrs.
Stoner,
the
young
widow
of
Major-General
Stoner
of
the
Bengal
Artillery.
My
twin
sister
Julia
and
I
were
only
two
years
old
at
the
time
of
their
marriage.
My
mother
had
a
substantial
income—no
less
than
£1000
a
year—and
she
left
it
all
to
Dr.
Roylott
while
we
lived
with
him,
with
a
provision
that
we
would
receive
an
annual
sum
if
we
married.
Shortly
after
returning
to
England,
my
mother
died
in
a
railway
accident
near
Crewe
eight
years
ago.
Dr.
Roylott
then
gave
up
trying
to
establish
a
practice
in
London
and
took
us
to
live
with
him
in
the
old
family
house
at
Stoke
Moran.
My
mother's
money
was
enough
for
our
needs,
and
there
seemed
to
be
nothing
to
stop
us
from
being
happy."
"But
a
terrible
change
came
over
our
stepfather
then.
Instead
of
making
friends
and
visiting
neighbors,
who
were
initially
thrilled
to
see
a
Roylott
back
at
Stoke
Moran,
he
isolated
himself
and
only
came
out
to
have
violent
arguments
with
anyone
who
crossed
his
path.
The
men
in
his
family
were
known
for
their
violent
tempers,
and
I
believe
his
time
in
the
tropics
made
it
worse.
He
got
into
several
disgraceful
fights,
two
of
which
ended
in
court,
and
he
became
the
terror
of
the
village.
People
would
run
away
when
they
saw
him
coming
because
he
was
incredibly
strong
and
completely
uncontrollable
when
angry."
"Last
week,
he
threw
the
local
blacksmith
over
a
parapet
into
a
stream.
I
had
to
gather
all
the
money
I
could
to
prevent
another
public
scandal.
He
had
no
friends
except
the
wandering
gypsies,
and
he
let
them
camp
on
the
few
acres
of
land
that
were
left
of
the
family
estate.
In
return,
he
would
stay
with
them
in
their
tents,
sometimes
disappearing
for
weeks.
He
also
had
a
passion
for
Indian
animals,
which
a
correspondent
sent
him.
He
currently
has
a
cheetah
and
a
baboon
that
roam
freely
on
his
grounds,
and
the
villagers
fear
them
almost
as
much
as
they
fear
him."
"You
can
imagine
that
my
poor
sister
Julia
and
I
had
little
joy
in
our
lives.
No
servant
would
stay
with
us,
and
for
a
long
time,
we
did
all
the
household
work
ourselves.
She
was
only
thirty
when
she
died,
yet
her
hair
had
already
started
to
turn
white,
just
like
mine."
"Your
sister
is
dead,
then?"
"Yes,
she
died
two
years
ago,
and
it's
about
her
death
that
I
want
to
talk
to
you.
You
can
understand
that,
living
as
we
did,
we
rarely
met
anyone
our
age
or
social
standing.
However,
we
had
an
aunt,
my
mother's
sister,
Miss
Honoria
Westphail,
who
lived
near
Harrow,
and
we
were
occasionally
allowed
to
visit
her.
Julia
went
there
two
Christmases
ago
and
met
a
retired
marine
major,
whom
she
got
engaged
to.
My
stepfather
learned
about
the
engagement
when
my
sister
returned
and
didn't
object
to
the
marriage.
But
just
two
weeks
before
the
wedding,
the
terrible
event
happened
that
took
away
my
only
companion."
Sherlock
Holmes
had
been
leaning
back
in
his
chair
with
his
eyes
closed,
his
head
resting
on
a
cushion,
but
now
he
half-opened
his
eyes
and
looked
at
his
visitor.
"Please
be
precise
with
the
details,"
he
said.
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