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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Speckled Band
Capítulo 8, Página 5
“It
is
easy
for
me
to
be
so,
for
every
event
of
that
dreadful
time
is
seared
into
my
memory.
The
manor-house
is,
as
I
have
already
said,
very
old,
and
only
one
wing
is
now
inhabited.
The
bedrooms
in
this
wing
are
on
the
ground
floor,
the
sitting-rooms
being
in
the
central
block
of
the
buildings.
Of
these
bedrooms
the
first
is
Dr.
Roylott’s,
the
second
my
sister’s,
and
the
third
my
own.
There
is
no
communication
between
them,
but
they
all
open
out
into
the
same
corridor.
Do
I
make
myself
plain?”
“Perfectly
so.”
“The
windows
of
the
three
rooms
open
out
upon
the
lawn.
That
fatal
night
Dr.
Roylott
had
gone
to
his
room
early,
though
we
knew
that
he
had
not
retired
to
rest,
for
my
sister
was
troubled
by
the
smell
of
the
strong
Indian
cigars
which
it
was
his
custom
to
smoke.
She
left
her
room,
therefore,
and
came
into
mine,
where
she
sat
for
some
time,
chatting
about
her
approaching
wedding.
At
eleven
o’clock
she
rose
to
leave
me,
but
she
paused
at
the
door
and
looked
back.”
“‘Tell
me,
Helen,’
said
she,
‘have
you
ever
heard
anyone
whistle
in
the
dead
of
the
night?’”
“‘Never,’
said
I.”
“‘I
suppose
that
you
could
not
possibly
whistle,
yourself,
in
your
sleep?’”
“‘Certainly
not.
But
why?’”
“‘Because
during
the
last
few
nights
I
have
always,
about
three
in
the
morning,
heard
a
low,
clear
whistle.
I
am
a
light
sleeper,
and
it
has
awakened
me.
I
cannot
tell
where
it
came
from—perhaps
from
the
next
room,
perhaps
from
the
lawn.
I
thought
that
I
would
just
ask
you
whether
you
had
heard
it.’”
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