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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Speckled Band
Capítulo 8, Página 9
Holmes
shook
his
head
like
a
man
who
is
far
from
being
satisfied.
“These
are
very
deep
waters,”
said
he;
“pray
go
on
with
your
narrative.”
“Two
years
have
passed
since
then,
and
my
life
has
been
until
lately
lonelier
than
ever.
A
month
ago,
however,
a
dear
friend,
whom
I
have
known
for
many
years,
has
done
me
the
honour
to
ask
my
hand
in
marriage.
His
name
is
Armitage—Percy
Armitage—the
second
son
of
Mr.
Armitage,
of
Crane
Water,
near
Reading.
My
stepfather
has
offered
no
opposition
to
the
match,
and
we
are
to
be
married
in
the
course
of
the
spring.
Two
days
ago
some
repairs
were
started
in
the
west
wing
of
the
building,
and
my
bedroom
wall
has
been
pierced,
so
that
I
have
had
to
move
into
the
chamber
in
which
my
sister
died,
and
to
sleep
in
the
very
bed
in
which
she
slept.
Imagine,
then,
my
thrill
of
terror
when
last
night,
as
I
lay
awake,
thinking
over
her
terrible
fate,
I
suddenly
heard
in
the
silence
of
the
night
the
low
whistle
which
had
been
the
herald
of
her
own
death.
I
sprang
up
and
lit
the
lamp,
but
nothing
was
to
be
seen
in
the
room.
I
was
too
shaken
to
go
to
bed
again,
however,
so
I
dressed,
and
as
soon
as
it
was
daylight
I
slipped
down,
got
a
dog-cart
at
the
Crown
Inn,
which
is
opposite,
and
drove
to
Leatherhead,
from
whence
I
have
come
on
this
morning
with
the
one
object
of
seeing
you
and
asking
your
advice.”
“You
have
done
wisely,”
said
my
friend.
“But
have
you
told
me
all?”
“Yes,
all.”
“Miss
Roylott,
you
have
not.
You
are
screening
your
stepfather.”
“Why,
what
do
you
mean?”
For
answer
Holmes
pushed
back
the
frill
of
black
lace
which
fringed
the
hand
that
lay
upon
our
visitor’s
knee.
Five
little
livid
spots,
the
marks
of
four
fingers
and
a
thumb,
were
printed
upon
the
white
wrist.
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