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the staff went to distribute gifts to the Children Hospital and the Orphanage San Francisco de
Asís. Within them was our distinguished Dr. Cortez, who at 23 hrs., was already back, still
wearing the Santa Claus costume and disposed to effectuate the daily journey, that, since
countless years, he realizes through all the pavilions to pick up the final reports. Hence, the
own Dr. Cortez saw for last time Belicena Villca alive at 23:50 hrs., when due to a
hysterical crisis on its second phase, she promoted a general disorder in the «B» pavilion;
running desperately in the reduced space of the cell, with fix and exorbitant eyes, while she was
screaming «Pachachutquiy», «Pachachutquiy», words which in that moment were
incomprehensible for me. Even if we recognized that it was about the Quechua language.
Otherwise, the attack was symptomatically abnormal in her.
Dr. Cortez ordered an immediate dose of Valium, submerging the unfortunate Belicena
Villca in a stupor from which she would only get out for a moment to see the Death Closer. Just
as suggested the tremendously horrifying expression which was twitched on her countenance
when she was found, already dead, three hours later. Here appears the mystery; the first
element that disconcerted and surprised the experimented cups: after that the patient was
attended, at 0,00 hs, all of us moved aside from the cell being this closed by Dr. Cortez, who
inadvertently saved the key in one of his customs of Santa Claus forgetting later to deposit it
on the general key chain. At three in the morning when the nurse in turn makes the habitual
round, she noticed the missing of the key, what no one knew how to explain. She deduced from
this that the key was taken by Dr. Cortez and, as the duplicates are in his office, she had no
other alternative than to call him to his house. It was not necessary, because the operator of
the internal commutator informed that the Dr. was still in the Hospital, although, he was just
to leave. Being him warned of this mistake, he decided to go up to the «B» pavilion to give the
key and realize a brief ocular inspection. It means that during those three hours, the key,
unique medium to open the blinded door of the cell was in power of Dr. Cortez. But the
Director of the Hospital was a man of a recognized social trajectory, whose moral virtues had
always been exalted as an example worthy of emulation, and from whom, at last, no one would
dare to doubt, neither the experimented policeman Maidana in charge of the investigation.

Finally, Dr. Cortez opened the door of the cell accompanied by me and the nurse García
exactly at 3:05 hrs. A penetrating and sweet smell was the first that caught our attention. Was
a fragrance like sandal incense which was such out of place, that we looked each other
perplexed. But just for a moment because what came next concentrated all our attention.
Belicena Villca lying on her bed, undoubtedly dead since some time ago, with her neck swollen
due to the strangulation that she was submitted. The homicidal arm, a rope ivory colored, was
still enlaced on her head but already released. And the two extremes falling gently over her
chest up to the corners of the bed.

Was such horrible spectacle, that the experimented nurse García exclaimed a terror
scream and she staggered back, needing to hold her by the shoulders, although my legs were

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