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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet
Capítulo 11, Página 27
“As
long
as
she
was
on
the
scene
he
could
not
take
any
action
without
a
horrible
exposure
of
the
woman
whom
he
loved.
But
the
instant
that
she
was
gone
he
realised
how
crushing
a
misfortune
this
would
be
for
you,
and
how
all-important
it
was
to
set
it
right.
He
rushed
down,
just
as
he
was,
in
his
bare
feet,
opened
the
window,
sprang
out
into
the
snow,
and
ran
down
the
lane,
where
he
could
see
a
dark
figure
in
the
moonlight.
Sir
George
Burnwell
tried
to
get
away,
but
Arthur
caught
him,
and
there
was
a
struggle
between
them,
your
lad
tugging
at
one
side
of
the
coronet,
and
his
opponent
at
the
other.
In
the
scuffle,
your
son
struck
Sir
George
and
cut
him
over
the
eye.
Then
something
suddenly
snapped,
and
your
son,
finding
that
he
had
the
coronet
in
his
hands,
rushed
back,
closed
the
window,
ascended
to
your
room,
and
had
just
observed
that
the
coronet
had
been
twisted
in
the
struggle
and
was
endeavouring
to
straighten
it
when
you
appeared
upon
the
scene.”
“Is
it
possible?”
gasped
the
banker.
“You
then
roused
his
anger
by
calling
him
names
at
a
moment
when
he
felt
that
he
had
deserved
your
warmest
thanks.
He
could
not
explain
the
true
state
of
affairs
without
betraying
one
who
certainly
deserved
little
enough
consideration
at
his
hands.
He
took
the
more
chivalrous
view,
however,
and
preserved
her
secret.”
“And
that
was
why
she
shrieked
and
fainted
when
she
saw
the
coronet,”
cried
Mr.
Holder.
“Oh,
my
God!
what
a
blind
fool
I
have
been!
And
his
asking
to
be
allowed
to
go
out
for
five
minutes!
The
dear
fellow
wanted
to
see
if
the
missing
piece
were
at
the
scene
of
the
struggle.
How
cruelly
I
have
misjudged
him!”
“When
I
arrived
at
the
house,”
continued
Holmes,
“I
at
once
went
very
carefully
round
it
to
observe
if
there
were
any
traces
in
the
snow
which
might
help
me.
I
knew
that
none
had
fallen
since
the
evening
before,
and
also
that
there
had
been
a
strong
frost
to
preserve
impressions.
I
passed
along
the
tradesmen’s
path,
but
found
it
all
trampled
down
and
indistinguishable.
Just
beyond
it,
however,
at
the
far
side
of
the
kitchen
door,
a
woman
had
stood
and
talked
with
a
man,
whose
round
impressions
on
one
side
showed
that
he
had
a
wooden
leg.
I
could
even
tell
that
they
had
been
disturbed,
for
the
woman
had
run
back
swiftly
to
the
door,
as
was
shown
by
the
deep
toe
and
light
heel
marks,
while
Wooden-leg
had
waited
a
little,
and
then
had
gone
away.
I
thought
at
the
time
that
this
might
be
the
maid
and
her
sweetheart,
of
whom
you
had
already
spoken
to
me,
and
inquiry
showed
it
was
so.
I
passed
round
the
garden
without
seeing
anything
more
than
random
tracks,
which
I
took
to
be
the
police;
but
when
I
got
into
the
stable
lane
a
very
long
and
complex
story
was
written
in
the
snow
in
front
of
me.”
“There
was
a
double
line
of
tracks
of
a
booted
man,
and
a
second
double
line
which
I
saw
with
delight
belonged
to
a
man
with
naked
feet.
I
was
at
once
convinced
from
what
you
had
told
me
that
the
latter
was
your
son.
The
first
had
walked
both
ways,
but
the
other
had
run
swiftly,
and
as
his
tread
was
marked
in
places
over
the
depression
of
the
boot,
it
was
obvious
that
he
had
passed
after
the
other.
I
followed
them
up
and
found
they
led
to
the
hall
window,
where
Boots
had
worn
all
the
snow
away
while
waiting.
Then
I
walked
to
the
other
end,
which
was
a
hundred
yards
or
more
down
the
lane.
I
saw
where
Boots
had
faced
round,
where
the
snow
was
cut
up
as
though
there
had
been
a
struggle,
and,
finally,
where
a
few
drops
of
blood
had
fallen,
to
show
me
that
I
was
not
mistaken.
Boots
had
then
run
down
the
lane,
and
another
little
smudge
of
blood
showed
that
it
was
he
who
had
been
hurt.
When
he
came
to
the
high
road
at
the
other
end,
I
found
that
the
pavement
had
been
cleared,
so
there
was
an
end
to
that
clue.”
“On
entering
the
house,
however,
I
examined,
as
you
remember,
the
sill
and
framework
of
the
hall
window
with
my
lens,
and
I
could
at
once
see
that
someone
had
passed
out.
I
could
distinguish
the
outline
of
an
instep
where
the
wet
foot
had
been
placed
in
coming
in.
I
was
then
beginning
to
be
able
to
form
an
opinion
as
to
what
had
occurred.
A
man
had
waited
outside
the
window;
someone
had
brought
the
gems;
the
deed
had
been
overseen
by
your
son;
he
had
pursued
the
thief;
had
struggled
with
him;
they
had
each
tugged
at
the
coronet,
their
united
strength
causing
injuries
which
neither
alone
could
have
effected.
He
had
returned
with
the
prize,
but
had
left
a
fragment
in
the
grasp
of
his
opponent.
So
far
I
was
clear.
The
question
now
was,
who
was
the
man,
and
who
was
it
brought
him
the
coronet?”
“It
is
an
old
maxim
of
mine
that
when
you
have
excluded
the
impossible,
whatever
remains,
however
improbable,
must
be
the
truth.
Now,
I
knew
that
it
was
not
you
who
had
brought
it
down,
so
there
only
remained
your
niece
and
the
maids.
But
if
it
were
the
maids,
why
should
your
son
allow
himself
to
be
accused
in
their
place?
There
could
be
no
possible
reason.
As
he
loved
his
cousin,
however,
there
was
an
excellent
explanation
why
he
should
retain
her
secret—the
more
so
as
the
secret
was
a
disgraceful
one.
When
I
remembered
that
you
had
seen
her
at
that
window,
and
how
she
had
fainted
on
seeing
the
coronet
again,
my
conjecture
became
a
certainty.”
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