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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Speckled Band
Capítulo 8, Página 3
“Whatever
your
reasons
may
be,
you
are
perfectly
correct,”
said
she.
“I
started
from
home
before
six,
reached
Leatherhead
at
twenty
past,
and
came
in
by
the
first
train
to
Waterloo.
Sir,
I
can
stand
this
strain
no
longer;
I
shall
go
mad
if
it
continues.
I
have
no
one
to
turn
to—none,
save
only
one,
who
cares
for
me,
and
he,
poor
fellow,
can
be
of
little
aid.
I
have
heard
of
you,
Mr.
Holmes;
I
have
heard
of
you
from
Mrs.
Farintosh,
whom
you
helped
in
the
hour
of
her
sore
need.
It
was
from
her
that
I
had
your
address.
Oh,
sir,
do
you
not
think
that
you
could
help
me,
too,
and
at
least
throw
a
little
light
through
the
dense
darkness
which
surrounds
me?
At
present
it
is
out
of
my
power
to
reward
you
for
your
services,
but
in
a
month
or
six
weeks
I
shall
be
married,
with
the
control
of
my
own
income,
and
then
at
least
you
shall
not
find
me
ungrateful.”
Holmes
turned
to
his
desk
and,
unlocking
it,
drew
out
a
small
case-book,
which
he
consulted.
“Farintosh,”
said
he.
“Ah
yes,
I
recall
the
case;
it
was
concerned
with
an
opal
tiara.
I
think
it
was
before
your
time,
Watson.
I
can
only
say,
madam,
that
I
shall
be
happy
to
devote
the
same
care
to
your
case
as
I
did
to
that
of
your
friend.
As
to
reward,
my
profession
is
its
own
reward;
but
you
are
at
liberty
to
defray
whatever
expenses
I
may
be
put
to,
at
the
time
which
suits
you
best.
And
now
I
beg
that
you
will
lay
before
us
everything
that
may
help
us
in
forming
an
opinion
upon
the
matter.”
“Alas!”
replied
our
visitor,
“the
very
horror
of
my
situation
lies
in
the
fact
that
my
fears
are
so
vague,
and
my
suspicions
depend
so
entirely
upon
small
points,
which
might
seem
trivial
to
another,
that
even
he
to
whom
of
all
others
I
have
a
right
to
look
for
help
and
advice
looks
upon
all
that
I
tell
him
about
it
as
the
fancies
of
a
nervous
woman.
He
does
not
say
so,
but
I
can
read
it
from
his
soothing
answers
and
averted
eyes.
But
I
have
heard,
Mr.
Holmes,
that
you
can
see
deeply
into
the
manifold
wickedness
of
the
human
heart.
You
may
advise
me
how
to
walk
amid
the
dangers
which
encompass
me.”
“I
am
all
attention,
madam.”
“My
name
is
Helen
Stoner,
and
I
am
living
with
my
stepfather,
who
is
the
last
survivor
of
one
of
the
oldest
Saxon
families
in
England,
the
Roylotts
of
Stoke
Moran,
on
the
western
border
of
Surrey.”
Holmes
nodded
his
head.
“The
name
is
familiar
to
me,”
said
he.
“The
family
was
at
one
time
among
the
richest
in
England,
and
the
estates
extended
over
the
borders
into
Berkshire
in
the
north,
and
Hampshire
in
the
west.
In
the
last
century,
however,
four
successive
heirs
were
of
a
dissolute
and
wasteful
disposition,
and
the
family
ruin
was
eventually
completed
by
a
gambler
in
the
days
of
the
Regency.
Nothing
was
left
save
a
few
acres
of
ground,
and
the
two-hundred-year-old
house,
which
is
itself
crushed
under
a
heavy
mortgage.
The
last
squire
dragged
out
his
existence
there,
living
the
horrible
life
of
an
aristocratic
pauper;
but
his
only
son,
my
stepfather,
seeing
that
he
must
adapt
himself
to
the
new
conditions,
obtained
an
advance
from
a
relative,
which
enabled
him
to
take
a
medical
degree
and
went
out
to
Calcutta,
where,
by
his
professional
skill
and
his
force
of
character,
he
established
a
large
practice.
In
a
fit
of
anger,
however,
caused
by
some
robberies
which
had
been
perpetrated
in
the
house,
he
beat
his
native
butler
to
death
and
narrowly
escaped
a
capital
sentence.
As
it
was,
he
suffered
a
long
term
of
imprisonment
and
afterwards
returned
to
England
a
morose
and
disappointed
man.”
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