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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet
Capítulo 11, Página 9
“I
come
to
a
part
of
my
story
now
in
which
I
should
wish
to
be
particularly
so.
I
am
not
a
very
heavy
sleeper,
and
the
anxiety
in
my
mind
tended,
no
doubt,
to
make
me
even
less
so
than
usual.
About
two
in
the
morning,
then,
I
was
awakened
by
some
sound
in
the
house.
It
had
ceased
ere
I
was
wide
awake,
but
it
had
left
an
impression
behind
it
as
though
a
window
had
gently
closed
somewhere.
I
lay
listening
with
all
my
ears.
Suddenly,
to
my
horror,
there
was
a
distinct
sound
of
footsteps
moving
softly
in
the
next
room.
I
slipped
out
of
bed,
all
palpitating
with
fear,
and
peeped
round
the
corner
of
my
dressing-room
door.”
“‘Arthur!’
I
screamed,
‘you
villain!
you
thief!
How
dare
you
touch
that
coronet?’”
“The
gas
was
half
up,
as
I
had
left
it,
and
my
unhappy
boy,
dressed
only
in
his
shirt
and
trousers,
was
standing
beside
the
light,
holding
the
coronet
in
his
hands.
He
appeared
to
be
wrenching
at
it,
or
bending
it
with
all
his
strength.
At
my
cry
he
dropped
it
from
his
grasp
and
turned
as
pale
as
death.
I
snatched
it
up
and
examined
it.
One
of
the
gold
corners,
with
three
of
the
beryls
in
it,
was
missing.”
“‘You
blackguard!’
I
shouted,
beside
myself
with
rage.
‘You
have
destroyed
it!
You
have
dishonoured
me
forever!
Where
are
the
jewels
which
you
have
stolen?’”
“‘Stolen!’
he
cried.”
“‘Yes,
thief!’
I
roared,
shaking
him
by
the
shoulder.”
“‘There
are
none
missing.
There
cannot
be
any
missing,’
said
he.”
“‘There
are
three
missing.
And
you
know
where
they
are.
Must
I
call
you
a
liar
as
well
as
a
thief?
Did
I
not
see
you
trying
to
tear
off
another
piece?’”
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