Speckled Band Macmillan

MACMILLAN GUIDED READERS
INTERMEDIATE LEVEL
SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE
The Speckled Band

and Other Stories
Retold by Anne Collins
MACMILLAN
CLASSICS
Contents
THE SPECKLED BAND

1 An Early Morning Visitor for Holmes 4
2 Miss Stoner Begins Her Story 5
3 The Death of Julia 7
4 A Dangerous Enemy 11
5 A Visit to Stoke Moran 14
6 Dr Roylott Returns 18
7 Night of Terror 19
8 The Speckled Band 21
THE DANCING MEN

1 A Strange Drawing 24
2 Mr Cubitt’s Story 25
3 Mr Cubitt’s Second Visit 28
4 Terrible News 31
5 The Investigation Begins 33
6 Holmes Sends a Note 36
7 Holmes Explains the Mystery 38
8 The Murderer is Caught 42
THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE

1 A Strange Advertisement 46
2 The Red-Headed League 47
3 An Unusual Job 49
4 Who is Vincent Spaulding? 52
5 A Visit to Saxe-Coburg Square 54
6 Everything is Ready 58
7 The Capture of John Clay 61
8 The Mystery Explained 63
Points for Understanding 65

Glossary 75
List of titles at Intermediate Level 79
THE SPECKLED BAND
1
An Early Morning Visitor for Holmes
F or many years, I was a good friend of Sherlock Holmes, the

famous private detective1.
During this time, Holmes solved many unusual mysteries.
But perhaps one of the most unusual was the mystery of the
Speckled Band.
The story began in April, 1883. At that time, Holmes and I
were sharing an apartment in Baker Street, in London.
One morning, I woke up very early. To my surprise, Holmes
was standing beside my bed. He was already dressed.
‘What’s happened, Holmes?’ I asked. ‘Is there a fire?’
‘No, Watson,’ replied Holmes. ‘A client2 has just arrived. A
young lady is waiting downstairs. She seems very worried and
upset. I think she has something important to tell me. This could
be an interesting case3, Watson. That’s why I woke you up.’
‘I’ll come at once,’ I said.
I was very interested in Holmes’ cases. My friend was a very
clever detective. I very much admired his work.
So I dressed quickly and went downstairs with Holmes. The
lady was waiting in our sitting-room. She was dressed all in black.
Over her face she wore a veil4.
‘Good morning, madam,’ said Holmes. ‘I’m Sherlock Holmes
and this is Dr Watson, my friend and helper.’ Holmes shut the
door and turned to the lady. ‘You’re shivering, madam,’ he said.
‘You must be cold. Sit near the fire and I’ll get you some hot
coffee.’
4
Miss Stoner Begins Her Story
The lady moved nearer the fire. Then she said, ‘It isn’t the
cold which makes me shiver.’
‘What is it, then?’
‘It’s fear, Mr Holmes. It’s terror.’
As she spoke, the lady raised her veil. We saw at once that
she was very frightened. Her eyes were like the eyes of a terrified
animal. She was a young woman, about thirty years old, but her
hair was already turning grey with worry.
Holmes looked at the lady carefully. Then he leant forward
and touched her arm.
‘Don’t be afraid,’ he said kindly. ‘I’m sure we can help you.
But first, please tell us your story.’
‘Mr Holmes,’ said our visitor, ‘I know I’m in terrible danger.
Please tell me what to do!’
2
I
‘ ’m listening carefully,’ said Holmes. So the lady began her
story.
‘My name,’ she said, ‘is Helen Stoner. My father was an officer
in the Indian army. But he died when I was a baby. After his death,
my mother, my sister Julia and I continued to live in India.
My sister Julia and I were twins5. When Julia and I were only two
years old, my mother married again. She married a man called Dr
Grimesby Roylott. So Dr Roylott became our stepfather.’
‘Tell me about Dr Roylott,’ said Holmes.
‘In the past, Dr Roylott’s family were very rich,’ said Miss
Stoner. ‘But, as the years went by, they lost all their money. Now
5
Dr Roylott has only a large, old house and a small piece of land.
The house is called Stoke Moran. I’m living at Stoke Moran with
Dr Roylott now.
‘When my stepfather was young, he studied medicine. After
he became a doctor, he went to India. That’s where he met my
mother and later married her.
‘My mother was a rich woman,’ went on Miss Stoner. ‘She
had a private income6. Every year, she received a sum of about one
thousand pounds from her bank. When she married Dr Roylott,
an agreement was made about this money.’
‘What was this agreement?’ asked Holmes.
‘If my mother died,’ replied Miss Stoner, ‘Dr Roylott would
inherit7 her income. After her death, he would receive one
thousand pounds every year.
‘But if my sister or I married, some of the one thousand pounds
would go to us instead. We would receive part of the money.’
‘I see,’ said Holmes.
‘After some years, we returned to England from India,’ con-
tinued Miss Stoner. ‘But soon after we got back, my mother was
killed in an accident. At first, all our neighbours at Stoke Moran
were friendly with my stepfather. They were very happy that
someone from the Roylott family was living at Stoke Moran again.
‘But my stepfather didn’t want to make friends with anyone.
Whenever he went out, he quarrelled with somebody. He is a
very bad-tempered man and gets angry quickly. Soon, all our
neighbours were afraid of him.’
‘Didn’t he have any friends at all?’ asked Holmes.
‘His only friends were gypsies8,’ said Miss Stoner. ‘These
gypsies move round the country in bands9. Dr Roylott allows
these gypsies to camp on his land.
‘Dr Roylott is also very fond of Indian animals. Two of these
– a cheetah and a baboon10 – were sent to him from India. They
run around freely over his land. Everyone is terrified of these
dangerous animals.
6
The Death of Julia
‘So Julia and I became more and more unhappy,’ went on Miss
Stoner. ‘No servants wanted to live at Stoke Moran so we had to
do all the work. When Julia died . . .’
‘Your sister is dead, then?’ asked Holmes. At once, he became
very interested.
‘Yes,’ said Miss Stoner. ‘She was to be married. The date had
been fixed for the wedding. But two weeks before her wedding
day, Julia died.’
3
The Death of Julia
H olmes leant forward excitedly.

‘Tell me exactly what happened,’ he said.
‘On the night of Julia’s death,’ said Miss Stoner, ‘my step-
father went to his room early. Julia and I were sitting together in
my bedroom. We talked until about eleven o’clock. Then Julia
went to bed.
‘All the bedrooms at Stoke Moran are in the same part of the
house. They’re all next to each other, on the ground floor.
‘The door of each bedroom opens into the same corridor. The
windows look out onto the garden. But there are no doors or
windows from one bedroom to the next.’
‘I understand,’ said Holmes.
‘As Julia was leaving my room that evening, she asked a
strange question.
“Tell me, Helen,” she said, “have you ever heard anyone
whistle in the middle of the night?”
“No,” I said, in surprise. “Why?”
7
The Death of Julia
“Because, during the past few nights,” replied Julia, “I have

heard a strange whistle. It’s very low and clear. But I don’t know
where it comes from.”
“Remember,” I said, some gypsies are camping near the
house. Perhaps it was one of them whistling at night.”
“You’re probably right,” Julia replied. “Anyway, it doesn’t
matter. Goodnight.” She smiled at me and closed my door.’
‘Did you and Julia always lock your doors at night?’ asked
Holmes.
‘Yes,’ replied Miss Stoner. ‘We were afraid of the cheetah
and the baboon. They’re dangerous animals. We didn’t feel safe
unless our doors and windows were locked.’
‘Of course,’ said Holmes. ‘Please go on.’
‘That night, there was a terrible storm,’ continued Miss
Stoner. ‘The wind was howling and the rain was beating on the
window. I couldn’t sleep. Suddenly I heard a dreadful scream. I
knew it was Julia.
‘I jumped out of bed and ran into the corridor. As I opened my
door, I thought I heard a noise. It was a low, clear whistle. Then I
heard another sound. The second sound was like metal clanging
against metal.
‘I saw that my sister’s door was open. I stared at it in horror.
Suddenly Julia appeared. She was standing in the doorway. Her
face was white with terror. Her eyes were staring wildly. She was
swaying from side to side, like a drunk person.
‘Then she fell on the floor. Her body moved like someone in
terrible pain.
‘Suddenly she screamed these words: “Oh, my God! Helen! It
was the band! The speckled band!”
‘Then she fainted11. At that moment, my stepfather came out
of his room. He ran down the corridor to help Julia. But there was
nothing he could do.
‘My stepfather went to the village to bring another doctor.
But before he returned, poor Julia was dead.’

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MACMILLAN GUIDED READERS

SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE

The Speckled Band

THE SPECKLED BAND

THE DANCING MEN

THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE

Points for Understanding 65

F or many years, I was a good friend of Sherlock Holmes, the

H olmes leant forward excitedly.

“Because, during the past few nights,” replied Julia, “I have

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