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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 grey hair! 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 Julia and 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 then we 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 the village. 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 gipsies. My
Stepfather likes these wild people, and they can come and go where they like. Poor Julia and I had very
Unhappy 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 myhair 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 Who live near London. There
Julia met a young man who asked to marry her. My stepfather agreed, but soon After this she died.' Miss
Stoner put her hand over her eyes and cried for a minute.
Sherlock Holmes was listening with his eyes closed, but now he opened them and Looked at Helen Stoner.
'Tell me everything about her death,' he said. 'I can remember it all very Well. It was a terrible
Time!' she answered. 'Our three bedrooms are all downstairs. First there is my Stepfather's room. Julia's
Room is next to his, and 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.
"It's strange," she said. "Sometimes I hear a whistle, but I Don't know where it comes from. 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 gipsies,'
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.''Are you sure about the whistle and the sound of
Falling metal?' asked Holmes. 'I think so,' answered Helen. 'But it was a very Wild,
Stormy night. Perhaps I made a mistake. The police couldn't understand why my Sister died. Her door was
Locked and nobody could get into her room. They didn't find any poison in her Body. And what was "the
Speckled band"? Gipsies wear something like that round their necks. I Think she died because she was so
Afraid, but I don't know what she was afraid of. Perhaps it was the gipsies. What do you think, Mr Holmes?

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