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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Speckled Band
Capítulo 8, Página 1
On
glancing
over
my
notes
of
the
seventy
odd
cases
in
which
I
have
during
the
last
eight
years
studied
the
methods
of
my
friend
Sherlock
Holmes,
I
find
many
tragic,
some
comic,
a
large
number
merely
strange,
but
none
commonplace;
for,
working
as
he
did
rather
for
the
love
of
his
art
than
for
the
acquirement
of
wealth,
he
refused
to
associate
himself
with
any
investigation
which
did
not
tend
towards
the
unusual,
and
even
the
fantastic.
Of
all
these
varied
cases,
however,
I
cannot
recall
any
which
presented
more
singular
features
than
that
which
was
associated
with
the
well-known
Surrey
family
of
the
Roylotts
of
Stoke
Moran.
The
events
in
question
occurred
in
the
early
days
of
my
association
with
Holmes,
when
we
were
sharing
rooms
as
bachelors
in
Baker
Street.
It
is
possible
that
I
might
have
placed
them
upon
record
before,
but
a
promise
of
secrecy
was
made
at
the
time,
from
which
I
have
only
been
freed
during
the
last
month
by
the
untimely
death
of
the
lady
to
whom
the
pledge
was
given.
It
is
perhaps
as
well
that
the
facts
should
now
come
to
light,
for
I
have
reasons
to
know
that
there
are
widespread
rumours
as
to
the
death
of
Dr.
Grimesby
Roylott
which
tend
to
make
the
matter
even
more
terrible
than
the
truth.
It
was
early
in
April
in
the
year
’83
that
I
woke
one
morning
to
find
Sherlock
Holmes
standing,
fully
dressed,
by
the
side
of
my
bed.
He
was
a
late
riser,
as
a
rule,
and
as
the
clock
on
the
mantelpiece
showed
me
that
it
was
only
a
quarter-past
seven,
I
blinked
up
at
him
in
some
surprise,
and
perhaps
just
a
little
resentment,
for
I
was
myself
regular
in
my
habits.
“Very
sorry
to
knock
you
up,
Watson,”
said
he,
“but
it’s
the
common
lot
this
morning.
Mrs.
Hudson
has
been
knocked
up,
she
retorted
upon
me,
and
I
on
you.”
“What
is
it,
then—a
fire?”
“No;
a
client.
It
seems
that
a
young
lady
has
arrived
in
a
considerable
state
of
excitement,
who
insists
upon
seeing
me.
She
is
waiting
now
in
the
sitting-room.
Now,
when
young
ladies
wander
about
the
metropolis
at
this
hour
of
the
morning,
and
knock
sleepy
people
up
out
of
their
beds,
I
presume
that
it
is
something
very
pressing
which
they
have
to
communicate.
Should
it
prove
to
be
an
interesting
case,
you
would,
I
am
sure,
wish
to
follow
it
from
the
outset.
I
thought,
at
any
rate,
that
I
should
call
you
and
give
you
the
chance.”
“My
dear
fellow,
I
would
not
miss
it
for
anything.”
I
had
no
keener
pleasure
than
in
following
Holmes
in
his
professional
investigations,
and
in
admiring
the
rapid
deductions,
as
swift
as
intuitions,
and
yet
always
founded
on
a
logical
basis
with
which
he
unravelled
the
problems
which
were
submitted
to
him.
I
rapidly
threw
on
my
clothes
and
was
ready
in
a
few
minutes
to
accompany
my
friend
down
to
the
sitting-room.
A
lady
dressed
in
black
and
heavily
veiled,
who
had
been
sitting
in
the
window,
rose
as
we
entered.
“Good-morning,
madam,”
said
Holmes
cheerily.
“My
name
is
Sherlock
Holmes.
This
is
my
intimate
friend
and
associate,
Dr.
Watson,
before
whom
you
can
speak
as
freely
as
before
myself.
Ha!
I
am
glad
to
see
that
Mrs.
Hudson
has
had
the
good
sense
to
light
the
fire.
Pray
draw
up
to
it,
and
I
shall
order
you
a
cup
of
hot
coffee,
for
I
observe
that
you
are
shivering.”
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