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tengo una idea general de la obra: te anexo una liga donde se encuentra lo mas detallado de la obra
(Sherlock Holmes es el mejor detective del mundo. Se sienta en su habitación, y se fuma su pipa. Escucha y mira, y piensa. Él escucha a los pasos que suben las escaleras,observa la apertura de la puerta - y él sabe lo que pregunta el forastero le preguntará. Tres visitantes vienen a ver a Holmes en su departamento de Baker Street - llevar sus problemas al único hombre en el mundo que pueden ayudarles.)
Una joven llega desfallecida al apartamento de Holmes, en la londinense calle de Baker Street, y le cuenta su vida, en verso y prosa. Se llama HelenStoner y vive con su padrastro, el doctor Grimesby
Roylott, en plena campiña, cerca de un pueblecito. Pero este marco está lejos de resultar idílico.
Roylott procede de una familia arruinada, por lo que, allá en su juventud, no tuvo otro remedio que estudiar medicina y —¡oh, deshonor!— ganarse la vida ejerciendo su profesión. Se ve que, en aquel
tiempo, sólo estudiaban los tontos. Los listos (losricos) no se ocupaban de tales bobadas. En cuanto a los trabajos, para el selecto club de la aristocracia, ninguno era respetable. Trabajar era un baldón. Así que el doctor Roylott se fue a ejercer a la India, para que tamaña afrenta se notase un poco menos. Y allá, con gran picardía, se casó con una rica viuda, la madre de Helen y Julia Stoner. De golpe, recuperaba fortuna y posición. ....
Chapter 1: Helen’s Story
At the time of this story, I was still living at my friend Sherlock Holmes's flat in Baker Street in London. Very early one morning, a young woman, dressed in black, came to see us. She looked tired and unhappy, and her face was very white.
'I'm afraid! Afraid of death, Mr. Holmes!' she cried. 'Please help me! I'm not thirty yet and look at my greyhair! I'm so afraid!'
'Just sit down and tell us your story,' said Holmes kindly.
‘My name is Helen Stoner,' she began, 'and I live with my stepfather, Dr Grimesby Roylott, near a village in the country. His family was once very rich, but they had no money when my stepfather was born. So he studied to be a doctor, and went out to India. He met and married my mother there, when my sister Juliaand I were very young. Our father was dead, you see.'
'Your mother had some money, perhaps?' asked Sherlock Holmes.
'Oh yes, mother had a lot of money, so my stepfather wasn't poor any more.'
'Tell me more about him, Miss Stoner,' said Holmes.
'Well, he's a violent man. In India he once got angry with his Indian servant and killed him! He had to go to prison because of that, and thenwe all came back to England. Mother died in an accident eight years ago. So my stepfather got all her money, but if
Julia or I marry, he must pay us £250 every year.'
'And now you live with him in the country,' said Holmes.
'Yes, but he stays at home and never sees anybody, Mr. Holmes!' answered Helen Stoner. 'He's more and more violent now, and sometimes has fights with the people from thevillage. Everybody's afraid of him now, and they run away when they see him. And they're also afraid of his Indian wild animals which run freely around the garden. A friend sends them to him from India. And the animals are not the only wild things in the garden; there are also gypsies. My stepfather likes these wild people, and they can come and go where they like. Poor Julia and I had veryunhappy lives. We had no servants. They always left because they were afraid of my stepfather, and we had to do all the work in the house. Julia was only thirty when she died, and her hair was already grey, like my hair now.'
'When did she die?' asked Sherlock Holmes.
'She died two years ago, and that's why I'm here. We never met anybody in the country, but sometimes we visited some of my family...