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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Speckled Band
Capítulo 8, Página 2
“It
is
not
cold
which
makes
me
shiver,”
said
the
woman
in
a
low
voice,
changing
her
seat
as
requested.
“What,
then?”
“It
is
fear,
Mr.
Holmes.
It
is
terror.”
She
raised
her
veil
as
she
spoke,
and
we
could
see
that
she
was
indeed
in
a
pitiable
state
of
agitation,
her
face
all
drawn
and
grey,
with
restless
frightened
eyes,
like
those
of
some
hunted
animal.
Her
features
and
figure
were
those
of
a
woman
of
thirty,
but
her
hair
was
shot
with
premature
grey,
and
her
expression
was
weary
and
haggard.
Sherlock
Holmes
ran
her
over
with
one
of
his
quick,
all-comprehensive
glances.
“You
must
not
fear,”
said
he
soothingly,
bending
forward
and
patting
her
forearm.
“We
shall
soon
set
matters
right,
I
have
no
doubt.
You
have
come
in
by
train
this
morning,
I
see.”
“You
know
me,
then?”
“No,
but
I
observe
the
second
half
of
a
return
ticket
in
the
palm
of
your
left
glove.
You
must
have
started
early,
and
yet
you
had
a
good
drive
in
a
dog-cart,
along
heavy
roads,
before
you
reached
the
station.”
The
lady
gave
a
violent
start
and
stared
in
bewilderment
at
my
companion.
“There
is
no
mystery,
my
dear
madam,”
said
he,
smiling.
“The
left
arm
of
your
jacket
is
spattered
with
mud
in
no
less
than
seven
places.
The
marks
are
perfectly
fresh.
There
is
no
vehicle
save
a
dog-cart
which
throws
up
mud
in
that
way,
and
then
only
when
you
sit
on
the
left-hand
side
of
the
driver.”
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