I poisoned. In two hours was released. I left my uncle Nestor at twenty-two. I did it with joy. I burned the cheeks. I burned lips. Then I calmed and began to walk leisurely down the avenue toward the port. I felt happy. Released. So William was the beneficiary partner in the matter. Poor William! So shy, so prude! was obvious that I should think and act for both. always happen. From the day that my uncle took us to his house. We are lost in his palace. It was a dry, without love. Only the clang of coins.
"You have to get used to saving, not wasting. At the end of the day will one day be yours! - Roared. And we come to expect.
But that famous and desired day postponed, although the guy had heart. And if small bullied us, when we grew up filled the bill. Guillermo
fell in love one day. To our uncle did not like the girl. It was not what was ambitious for his nephew. Lacks
-cradle ... it lacks touch ... yuck! Is an ordinary-ruled. Useless
was that William was lavished in finding merits. The old man was stubborn and moody.
Me Luckily I had another problem. He was a character against another. He insisted on my doctorate in biochemistry. Result? An expert in poker and horse racing. My uncle gave me these vices not a penny. I should express the inventiveness to swipe some weight.
One resource was put up with endless games of chess, then gave way when he was leading to give airs, but he, however, when I was in a favorable position lengthened the final, scoring the moves with indifference, knowing my haste to shoot the club, I enjoyed my misfortune sipping his cognac.
One day he said with an air of bullies:
-note that you apply in chess. That shows me two things: you're smart and a perfect bum. However, your dedication will take his prize. I'm just. But yes, in the absence of diplomas, from now on you'll have nice notes of the games. Yes, boy, take paths notebooks with the moves to align them. What do you think?
That might be a couple hundred dollars, and I accepted. Since then, every night, statistics. Mania was so ingrained in him that in my absence commented items with Julio, the butler.
Now all was over. When you are in a dead end, the brain works, look, rummaging, dig. And find. Always no way out for everything. It is not always good. But output.
He came to the Costanera. It was a humid night. In the cloudy sky, some electrical spark. The warmth wet hands, parched mouth.
In the corner, a policeman reared me heart.
poison, what was his name? Aconitine. Several droplets in the cognac while we talked. My uncle that night was lovely. I forgave the game.
I'll do a solo, "he said. I sent the servants ... Hum! I want to be quiet. After you read a good book. Something that young people do not understand ... You can go.
"Thanks, man. Today really is ... Saturday.
"I understand.
Demons! The man understood. The lucidity of the offender. Poison surti
a slow effect on time, or more, depending on the subject. Up to six or eight hours. Just sleep. The result: the appearance of a peaceful heart attack, without compromising traces. What I needed. And who would suspect? Dr. Vega would not object to signing the death certificate. No wonder it was the doctor. What if I discovered? Impossible. Nobody had seen me enter the chemical cabinet. Began with general welcome to attend the Faculty from several months ago, with the deliberate purpose. Verified the poison missing, never associate with the death of Nestor Alvarez, who died of a heart attack. Find a few milligrams of venom in seventy-five kilos, impossible!
But what about William? Yes, William was a problem, I found him in the hall after preparing the "parcel" to hell. Down the stairs, worried.
- What is it? I asked him cheerful, and would have added all my heart: "If you knew, man!".
- I'm done - I replied.
- Come on - he patted her back is always willing to tragedy ...
"But the old me crazy. Lately, since back to school and will carry the current to chess, it takes me. And Matilde ...
- What happens to Matilda?
-Matilde gave me an ultimatum: Either she, or uncle.
-Go for it. It's an easy choice. This is what I would ...
- And what else?
"I looked desperate. Shiny demon in the eyes, but the poor fool never look the way to resolve your problem.
"I would," continued through his teeth, but, how would we live? You know how the old ... Tough, relentless. I cut the food!
"Maybe things are arranged differently ... "I suggested jokingly," Who says!
- Bah ... "His lips curled with a bitter grin There is no escape. But I'll talk to the old satyr. Where is he now?
I got scared. If the poison was fast ... Upon noticing the first symptoms may be helped y. ..
"It's in the library," I cried, but leave it alone. Just play the game of chess, and put into servitude. The wolf wants to be alone in the den! Take comfort in a cinema or a bar.
He shrugged.
"The wolf in the den ... "He repeated. He thought a few seconds and said, relieved, "See you later. After all ...
"After all, do not would you encourage, right? "I growled savagely.
I stared. Flashed for a moment, but it was a flash.
I checked my watch: ten past eleven at night.
already beginning to take effect. First a nuisance, nothing more. After a sharp dolorcillo, but never too alarming. My uncle muttering a curse for the cook. The fish to swallow. That little thing is everything! He must be reading the newspapers of the night, the last. And then the book as a great epilogue. Felt cold.
tiles stretched into diamonds. The river was a dirty spot near the wall. In the distance light green, red, white. The splash car slid on the asphalt.
I decided to return for fear of attracting attention. Again the avenue to Leandro N. Alem. For there to Plaza de Mayo. The watch me back to reality. Eleven-thirty-six. If the poison was effective, I'd be all set. Million and would own. And be free ... and would be murderer.
For the first time I thought of the adjective substantives. I, subject, murderer! My knees buckled. A flush I hit the neck, rose to her cheeks, my ears burned, hammered my temples. Hands sweated. The bottle of aconitine on the pocket came to weigh myself a ton. I looked in his pockets furiously to find him. It was a trickle and contained negligible death threw it away.
Avenida de Mayo. I hit several bystanders. Think of a drunkard. But instead of alcohol, blood.
I, murderer. This would be a secret between my uncle and my conscience Néstor. A burning inside, stabbing. I remembered the description of the treatise: "On the tongue, tingling and numbness, that starts at the point of contact to extend across the tongue, face and entire body."
I went into a bar. A jukebox blared with an old rag-time. A memory wakes, lives and dies instantly as a moth. "In the esophagus and stomach, intense burning sensation. " Million. Notes of one thousand, five hundred, a hundred. Poker. Carreras. Travel ... "Feeling of anxiety, approaching death, widespread deep cooling, sensory disturbances, muscle weakness, contractures, inability of the muscles."
would have been alone. In the palace. With its marble staircase. In front of the chessboard. There the king and queen, and the black rook. Checkmate.
The waiter approached. Grin must have surprised my loss, my muscles tense, ready to jump.
- Sir?
-A cognac ...
-A cognac ... "Repeated the lad. Well, sir, "and away.
By passing the caravan window, the same as always. The ticking of the clock covering all the rumors. Even my heart. One. I drank the brandy in one gulp.
"As a circulatory phenomenon, no alteration of pulse and blood pressure resulting from the action on the central body, reaching, at its most advanced, the heart attack ..." That's right. Cardiac syncope. The exhaust valve.
At half past two returned home. At first I did not warn you. Until I closed the door. He was a police officer. I got scared.
- Mr. Claudio Alvarez?
"Yes, sir ... "I said humbly.
"Come ... "He said, clearing the entrance.
- What are you doing here? "I decided to sputter.
"In the explanation will" was the reply, dry, Flounder.
In the hall, near the staircase, several individuals in uniform had taken over the palace. "William? Guillermo was not present.
July, the butler, yellow, spectral, tried to speak. One of the uniformed, white-haired, stern, head of the group had apparently sealed her lips with a gesture. He walked toward me and inspected me as a guinea pig.
"You are the eldest of the nephews, right?
"Yes, sir ... "I muttered.
"I'm sorry to tell you, sir. His uncle is dead ... killed, 'said my interlocutor. The voice was quiet, serious. I am the inspector Villegas, and I'm in charge of the investigation. Want me to the other room?
- my God! "I articulated stunned. It's outrageous!
The words rang hollow hypocrites. (That lucky poison left footprints! "But how ... how?).
- I can ... I can see it? I asked
"For the moment, no. In addition, I want to answer some questions.
"As you have ... "I agreed embarrassed.
-I followed him into the library next door. After he gently slid two acolytes. The inspector Villegas told me a chair and sat in another. Sparingly lit a cigarette and offered me no obvious rudeness none.
"You're the nephew ... He seemed Claudio repeating a lesson learned by rote.
"Yes, sir.
"Well, tell us who made this evening.
I also repeated a litany. Dinner
-three, together as always. William retired to his room. Left my uncle and I talked for a while, we went to the library. Then we played our usual game of chess, I said goodbye to my uncle and I left. In the lobby I met Guillermo coming down the stairs towards the street. We changed a few words and left.
"And now back ...
"Yes ...
- And the servants?
"My uncle wanted to be alone. Sent them after dinner. Sometimes I attacked those and other hobbies.
"What you represent is largely in line with Butler's statement. When he returned, he ran through the building. He noted the library door ajar and light inside. Entered. There he found his uncle in front of a chessboard, dead. The game interrupted ... So who played the little game, huh?
Something inside me started to bounce a ball against the gable walls. A feeling of anxiety, anguish, I ran with the speed of a firecracker. At any time explode gunpowder. The well-known solitaire my uncle!
"Yes, sir ... "I admitted.
could not retract. It also had said to William. And probably the inspector Guillermo Villegas. Because my brother had to be somewhere. The police system isolate us, leave us alone, inert, helpless, to catch us.
"I have heard that you had a record of the plays. To set the details in order, will you show me your portfolio, Mr. Alvarez?
I sank into the mire.
- Notes?
Yeah, man, the police were relentless, "I want to see, as you can imagine. I check everything, my friend, what is said and done for you. If played as always ...
I started to stutter.
"Because ... "And after a stretch," Sure we play as usual!
Tears began to burn my eyes. Fear. Terribly afraid. As Uncle Nestor must feel when that "feeling of anxiety ... near death ... deep cooling, widespread ... Something pierced his skull. I pushed. The silence was absolute, stone. The others were silent. Two eyes, six eyes, eight eyes, a thousand eyes. Oh, what anguish!
I had ... I had ... Playing with my despair ... Having fun with my guilt ... Suddenly the inspector
growled
- And?
A single letter, but both!
- So? - \u200b\u200bRepeated, "You were the last I saw him alive. And dead. Mr. Alvarez did not score one this time, sir.
do not know why I stood up. Stiff. I raised my arms, stretched. I squeezed her hand, digging the nails, and finally shrieked in a voice that was not mine:
- Basta! If you know, why you ask? I killed him! I killed him! What about? The hated with all my heart! I was tired of his despotism! I killed him! I killed him!
The inspector did not take as to the tremendous.
- Heavens - said occurred sooner than I expected. As he loosened the tongue, where is the gun?
- What gun? Villegas
The inspector did not flinch. Answered unperturbed.
- Come on, do not play the fool now! The gun! Or have you forgotten that I settled with one stone? A shot in the middle of the front, fellow! What aim!
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