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my room is next to Julia's. The rooms all have windows on
the garden side of the house, and doors which open
into the corridor. One evening, our stepfather was smoking
his strong Indian cigarettes in his room. Julia couldn't sleep
because she could smell them in her room, so she came
into my room to talk to me. Before she went back to bed,
she said to me, "Helen, have you ever heard a whistle in the
middle of the night?"
I was surprised. "No," I said. locked
speckled
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"It's strange," she said. "Sometimes I hear whistle
a whistle, but I don't know where it comes from. pages
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Why don't you hear it?"
I laughed and said, "I sleep better than you do." So, Julia
went to her room, and locked the door after her.'
'Why did you lock your doors?' asked Sherlock Holmes.

'We were afraid of the wild animals, and the gypsies,'
she answered.

'Please go on,' said Holmes.

'I couldn't sleep that night. It was a very stormy night, with
a lot of wind and rain. Suddenly I heard a woman's scream.
It was my sister's voice. I ran into the corridor, and just then
I heard a whistle, and a minute later the sound of falling
metal. I didn't know what it was. I ran to my sister's door.
She opened it and fell to the ground. Her face was white
and afraid, and she was crying, "Help me, help me, Helen,
I'm ill, I'm dying!" I put my arms around her, and she cried
out in a terrible voice: "Helen! Oh my God, Helen! It was the
band! The speckled band!" She wanted to say more, but she
couldn't. I called my stepfather, who tried to help her, but
we could do nothing. And so, my dear, dear sister died.'
scream (n.): grito

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