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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Speckled Band
Capítulo 8, Página 12
“I
cannot
think.”
“When
you
combine
the
ideas
of
whistles
at
night,
the
presence
of
a
band
of
gipsies
who
are
on
intimate
terms
with
this
old
doctor,
the
fact
that
we
have
every
reason
to
believe
that
the
doctor
has
an
interest
in
preventing
his
stepdaughter’s
marriage,
the
dying
allusion
to
a
band,
and,
finally,
the
fact
that
Miss
Helen
Stoner
heard
a
metallic
clang,
which
might
have
been
caused
by
one
of
those
metal
bars
that
secured
the
shutters
falling
back
into
its
place,
I
think
that
there
is
good
ground
to
think
that
the
mystery
may
be
cleared
along
those
lines.”
“But
what,
then,
did
the
gipsies
do?”
“I
cannot
imagine.”
“I
see
many
objections
to
any
such
theory.”
“And
so
do
I.
It
is
precisely
for
that
reason
that
we
are
going
to
Stoke
Moran
this
day.
I
want
to
see
whether
the
objections
are
fatal,
or
if
they
may
be
explained
away.
But
what
in
the
name
of
the
devil!”
The
ejaculation
had
been
drawn
from
my
companion
by
the
fact
that
our
door
had
been
suddenly
dashed
open,
and
that
a
huge
man
had
framed
himself
in
the
aperture.
His
costume
was
a
peculiar
mixture
of
the
professional
and
of
the
agricultural,
having
a
black
top-hat,
a
long
frock-coat,
and
a
pair
of
high
gaiters,
with
a
hunting-crop
swinging
in
his
hand.
So
tall
was
he
that
his
hat
actually
brushed
the
cross
bar
of
the
doorway,
and
his
breadth
seemed
to
span
it
across
from
side
to
side.
A
large
face,
seared
with
a
thousand
wrinkles,
burned
yellow
with
the
sun,
and
marked
with
every
evil
passion,
was
turned
from
one
to
the
other
of
us,
while
his
deep-set,
bile-shot
eyes,
and
his
high,
thin,
fleshless
nose,
gave
him
somewhat
the
resemblance
to
a
fierce
old
bird
of
prey.
“Which
of
you
is
Holmes?”
asked
this
apparition.
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