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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Speckled Band
Capítulo 8, Página 7
“Quite
so.
Pray
proceed
with
your
statement.”
“I
could
not
sleep
that
night.
A
vague
feeling
of
impending
misfortune
impressed
me.
My
sister
and
I,
you
will
recollect,
were
twins,
and
you
know
how
subtle
are
the
links
which
bind
two
souls
which
are
so
closely
allied.
It
was
a
wild
night.
The
wind
was
howling
outside,
and
the
rain
was
beating
and
splashing
against
the
windows.
Suddenly,
amid
all
the
hubbub
of
the
gale,
there
burst
forth
the
wild
scream
of
a
terrified
woman.
I
knew
that
it
was
my
sister’s
voice.
I
sprang
from
my
bed,
wrapped
a
shawl
round
me,
and
rushed
into
the
corridor.
As
I
opened
my
door
I
seemed
to
hear
a
low
whistle,
such
as
my
sister
described,
and
a
few
moments
later
a
clanging
sound,
as
if
a
mass
of
metal
had
fallen.
As
I
ran
down
the
passage,
my
sister’s
door
was
unlocked,
and
revolved
slowly
upon
its
hinges.
I
stared
at
it
horror-stricken,
not
knowing
what
was
about
to
issue
from
it.
By
the
light
of
the
corridor-lamp
I
saw
my
sister
appear
at
the
opening,
her
face
blanched
with
terror,
her
hands
groping
for
help,
her
whole
figure
swaying
to
and
fro
like
that
of
a
drunkard.
I
ran
to
her
and
threw
my
arms
round
her,
but
at
that
moment
her
knees
seemed
to
give
way
and
she
fell
to
the
ground.
She
writhed
as
one
who
is
in
terrible
pain,
and
her
limbs
were
dreadfully
convulsed.
At
first
I
thought
that
she
had
not
recognised
me,
but
as
I
bent
over
her
she
suddenly
shrieked
out
in
a
voice
which
I
shall
never
forget,
‘Oh,
my
God!
Helen!
It
was
the
band!
The
speckled
band!’
There
was
something
else
which
she
would
fain
have
said,
and
she
stabbed
with
her
finger
into
the
air
in
the
direction
of
the
Doctor’s
room,
but
a
fresh
convulsion
seized
her
and
choked
her
words.
I
rushed
out,
calling
loudly
for
my
stepfather,
and
I
met
him
hastening
from
his
room
in
his
dressing-gown.
When
he
reached
my
sister’s
side
she
was
unconscious,
and
though
he
poured
brandy
down
her
throat
and
sent
for
medical
aid
from
the
village,
all
efforts
were
in
vain,
for
she
slowly
sank
and
died
without
having
recovered
her
consciousness.
Such
was
the
dreadful
end
of
my
beloved
sister.”
“One
moment,”
said
Holmes,
“are
you
sure
about
this
whistle
and
metallic
sound?
Could
you
swear
to
it?”
“That
was
what
the
county
coroner
asked
me
at
the
inquiry.
It
is
my
strong
impression
that
I
heard
it,
and
yet,
among
the
crash
of
the
gale
and
the
creaking
of
an
old
house,
I
may
possibly
have
been
deceived.”
“Was
your
sister
dressed?”
“No,
she
was
in
her
night-dress.
In
her
right
hand
was
found
the
charred
stump
of
a
match,
and
in
her
left
a
match-box.”
“Showing
that
she
had
struck
a
light
and
looked
about
her
when
the
alarm
took
place.
That
is
important.
And
what
conclusions
did
the
coroner
come
to?”
“He
investigated
the
case
with
great
care,
for
Dr.
Roylott’s
conduct
had
long
been
notorious
in
the
county,
but
he
was
unable
to
find
any
satisfactory
cause
of
death.
My
evidence
showed
that
the
door
had
been
fastened
upon
the
inner
side,
and
the
windows
were
blocked
by
old-fashioned
shutters
with
broad
iron
bars,
which
were
secured
every
night.
The
walls
were
carefully
sounded,
and
were
shown
to
be
quite
solid
all
round,
and
the
flooring
was
also
thoroughly
examined,
with
the
same
result.
The
chimney
is
wide,
but
is
barred
up
by
four
large
staples.
It
is
certain,
therefore,
that
my
sister
was
quite
alone
when
she
met
her
end.
Besides,
there
were
no
marks
of
any
violence
upon
her.”
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