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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Speckled Band
Capítulo 8, Página 15
“Fancy
his
having
the
insolence
to
confound
me
with
the
official
detective
force!
This
incident
gives
zest
to
our
investigation,
however,
and
I
only
trust
that
our
little
friend
will
not
suffer
from
her
imprudence
in
allowing
this
brute
to
trace
her.
And
now,
Watson,
we
shall
order
breakfast,
and
afterwards
I
shall
walk
down
to
Doctors’
Commons,
where
I
hope
to
get
some
data
which
may
help
us
in
this
matter.”
It
was
nearly
one
o’clock
when
Sherlock
Holmes
returned
from
his
excursion.
He
held
in
his
hand
a
sheet
of
blue
paper,
scrawled
over
with
notes
and
figures.
“I
have
seen
the
will
of
the
deceased
wife,”
said
he.
“To
determine
its
exact
meaning
I
have
been
obliged
to
work
out
the
present
prices
of
the
investments
with
which
it
is
concerned.
The
total
income,
which
at
the
time
of
the
wife’s
death
was
little
short
of
£
1,,
is
now,
through
the
fall
in
agricultural
prices,
not
more
than
£
750.
Each
daughter
can
claim
an
income
of
£
250,
in
case
of
marriage.
It
is
evident,
therefore,
that
if
both
girls
had
married,
this
beauty
would
have
had
a
mere
pittance,
while
even
one
of
them
would
cripple
him
to
a
very
serious
extent.
My
morning’s
work
has
not
been
wasted,
since
it
has
proved
that
he
has
the
very
strongest
motives
for
standing
in
the
way
of
anything
of
the
sort.
And
now,
Watson,
this
is
too
serious
for
dawdling,
especially
as
the
old
man
is
aware
that
we
are
interesting
ourselves
in
his
affairs;
so
if
you
are
ready,
we
shall
call
a
cab
and
drive
to
Waterloo.
I
should
be
very
much
obliged
if
you
would
slip
your
revolver
into
your
pocket.
An
Eley’s
No.
2
is
an
excellent
argument
with
gentlemen
who
can
twist
steel
pokers
into
knots.
That
and
a
tooth-brush
are,
I
think,
all
that
we
need.”
At
Waterloo
we
were
fortunate
in
catching
a
train
for
Leatherhead,
where
we
hired
a
trap
at
the
station
inn
and
drove
for
four
or
five
miles
through
the
lovely
Surrey
lanes.
It
was
a
perfect
day,
with
a
bright
sun
and
a
few
fleecy
clouds
in
the
heavens.
The
trees
and
wayside
hedges
were
just
throwing
out
their
first
green
shoots,
and
the
air
was
full
of
the
pleasant
smell
of
the
moist
earth.
To
me
at
least
there
was
a
strange
contrast
between
the
sweet
promise
of
the
spring
and
this
sinister
quest
upon
which
we
were
engaged.
My
companion
sat
in
the
front
of
the
trap,
his
arms
folded,
his
hat
pulled
down
over
his
eyes,
and
his
chin
sunk
upon
his
breast,
buried
in
the
deepest
thought.
Suddenly,
however,
he
started,
tapped
me
on
the
shoulder,
and
pointed
over
the
meadows.
“Look
there!”
said
he.
A
heavily
timbered
park
stretched
up
in
a
gentle
slope,
thickening
into
a
grove
at
the
highest
point.
From
amid
the
branches
there
jutted
out
the
grey
gables
and
high
roof-tree
of
a
very
old
mansion.
“Stoke
Moran?”
said
he.
“Yes,
sir,
that
be
the
house
of
Dr.
Grimesby
Roylott,”
remarked
the
driver.
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