Index of names
Denis Medina
Sergeant Ricardo Leoncio (Detective)
Inspector Silvestre
Dr. Manual Gomez
Carlos (the Beast)
TAPI Miss Maria (maid)
Dona Florencia Wilder
Sophia Maria Wilder
Wielder Cain (father)
Nurse Sarah Palma
The cat Oivlis
Chapter One
An appeal for aid
Life has its way, a person dizzy, or maybe it's the people in his life, still life and its events is not always alogically expected outcome, whether good or bad, sick, sick man, that place of wisdom or madness that surrounds him, he takes pleasure or pain that he or she leads. I hope my memory serves you well, if so, this account will be sweeter, life is really like, where most of the methods of trotting.
I went to my library in Miraflores, Lima, Peru, the light on in the heat disturbing January night, in which something fresh from a library, already on its fans - I was still in the quiet center of theLibrary, there was a hint after midnight. The purple curtains, swaying a little 'with the fans spin, the resistance, I loved the library, was the ceiling like a canopy over his head, carpets, a row of them, a Persian, the other from Afghanistan, Pakistan and others to and from the average, in Peru, all of high quality came over me. I sat in my chair, sofa, two were in the library, and another sitting next to another wooden chair with a sleeping couch, absorbed in my library allDeveloped area, there in my corner, the world enough, everyone around her all the words man has created in the past, happily cast my side as I sat in solitude, when I opened a book of Longfellow.
Dona Florencia young Wilder called me on the phone, I have the book aside, the phone to my left said, she, her voice was beautiful, restless in a sense. And with a fund of sadness, I am told as she began to feel alienated in their large house, it was difficulthis compassion, was rich, so I just gave my ear, without comment, perhaps my cavalry was in full manhood.
Minute flight from that hour, and I found myself want to sleep, were the doors closed in my opinion, as my eyes. I heard a noise next door in this area is not uncommon to hear such a clock at 2:00, but there was a sound of incessant knocking Dona Florencia, was a little 'stress. When I asked Dona Florencia, call back, I wentwidow down the stairs in the room seemed, did they see that the beating. There was a young a breath (wide, short in the photo, maybe five feet five inches tall), rugged, shirt, muscles glow reflection from a sheet of light produced several meters away from him.
I opened my door and said (curiously):
"They are sleeping well, why not try again in the morning, you wake up all, or read the time!" It was more of aDeclaration of an application. I then moved to my outside electric light, at my door.
The Brute came to me, looked me in the eyes (not a bit 'of fear in my bones, I said), and had a ticket in hand, gave it to me almost as if no matter what house, he really was, or who got the note, but only given him a living, breathing creature and reasoning, I took it and started to read (as was):
"Whoever you are, I need your help, pleaseTry to help me after reading this note, and if you do not, to him, that someone had just killed my mother, I can call at 4550882? The person who gave you this letter is a bit 'slow, his name is Carlos and was ordered to leave as soon as a person accepts the note. "
Chapter Two
The survey
Doña Florencia Wilder has quietly opened the door for Denis Medina; Recrdo Leoncioand sergeant and his boss were the Inspector Silvestrealready sorting out the affairs of the murder, trying anyhow to understand it. Dr. Gomez was present, and the maid, Maria.
"I came at once, miss, the moment I got your note, but it seems you got everything under control, where you lack confidence, you have wisdom, and coordination abilities I see." Then without hesitation, or a word said, she grabbed my hand, pulled me completely into the hallway, the Sergeant threw some swift glances her way, as he was paced from one room, through the hallway to the next room, where the deceased, widow, Mrs. Wilder, Florencia's mother lay dead on a sofa coach. Here, the Detective started a conversation with a person, unseen; it was Inspector Silvestre, whom he was explaining the situation to:
"Senseless," was his word.
Here, Doña Florencia whispered, "Under you, I hope to find out the truth sir. Right now the doctor is writing out a full report, he will give it to the Sergeant, whom is in charge, and the inspector, he said he will leave all the matters of this case in his hands. You and I can work together."
"Alas!" I said, wondering what I had gotten myself into. "Ma'am," I said, "You must be content with the officials, and their examination, I am not needed here."
"Oh, but indeed you are sir, you see the door was locked, and the murderer could not have gotten in another way, except for him or her being here when I got here, so he must be here now. I cannot stay here tonight by myself; I will pay you well, if we can get to the bottom of this matter. The officials are simply going to investigate this half interrogatively, then leave and throw the case into the bust basket.
"True," I said, adding passively, "I am only a writer of short fiction and poetry, what can I do?"
"I had Carlos knock on your neighbors door, thinking it was you, I have read a lot about you, a man of details, a great gift, to see things others do not. Most folks need a magnifying-glass to see the simplest of things, avoiding, if not overlooking the real things. I shall ask my maid, Maria to show you my mother's blood stained coach, her skin had been pierced by what looks like deep scratches from teeth or long nails."
I was about to look at Mrs. Wilder, now in the room with the Sergeant and Inspector, along with the maid, and Florencia, I was about to interpret what I saw, but suspended it for a moment, when Florencia shook her head 'no', and cleverly whispered, "Wait a moment, the inspector will leave with the sergeant," and she had the maid offer them coffee and doughnuts, in the kitchen as they talked over the case, along with the doctor.
"Now, Mr. Median, you were about to say?"
"She was attacked, and frightened to death, so it would seem."
"Attacked by whom, and frightened to death you say..."
I then looked over the sofa coach again, carefully, and asked, "Who has touched her since you discovered her, besides the doctor?"
"No one to my knowledge," said Miss Wilder, "at least not by me, or the maid, I only had Carlos, our Gardner run to find you, after he discovered her, and told me, and I told the maid, and the maid called the police, and I sent for you."
I had gotten down on my knees to see her wrists; they were cut, bleeding drops of blood into an already made pool on the floor. With a motion of my hands I had Miss Florencia walk around the sofa as to not leave a shadow in my way, so I could see closer, and clearer. Inch by inch I went over her body, legs, arms, neck, scratch marks here and there, it went for a radius of her whole body, I did it in a casual way as not to alarm anyone, the doctor had suggested the culprit, the murderer had simply scratched her to death, and left it at that, and with a sharp instrument. Myself, I suggested the victim was somehow under hypnotic influence, she did not struggle through her ordeal, or so it seemed, and there were blood-marks over blood-marks, as if they were specifically gone over willingly, and not in a besieged manner.. The doors I suggested were opened by her, for her assailant, again there really as nothing out of place. Next, I suggested she had used her fingernail file, after finding blood on it, in her jewelrykbox; she had even put it back into its place, after she had her panic attack-or whatever, it all made more sense than the argument the doctor and two detectives conjured up, so I thought, as well as for Miss Florencia.
Chapter Three
However Strange
I found a letter under Florencia's mothers' elbow, it must had fallen as she was attacked, odd though-I thought-it had fallen in such a place, almost as if it was tucked and kept hidden until someone like me came along and found it, would have found it no matter what, found it sooner or later. I couldn't find the red ink pen though. The paper was thin rice paper, the letter read:
"If I am taken ill or even look dead, a simple judgement calls that in either case, or if I cannot speak for myself, you must speak for me, Florencia, for I am simply unconscious, even if the doctor says otherwise. Guard me well, night and day until I come to my senses again. Dr. Denis Medina is a sensible man, seek him out for advice. Do not in any way, try to bury me, god for bid, I should wake up in a grave, I don't like the dark all that well. Now go and be a good girl and do as I have told you." (Signed) Sophia Maria Wielder
At that moment, Carlos came back into the house, and brought a nurse, in all white clothing, Miss Maria Tapi into the living room. Florencia looked dumbfounded that Carlos seemed to know something she didn't, simply by bringing the nurse was enough information to convince her of that. Her eyes seemed suffused with some kind of haunting hope that her mother might rejoin the living now. An afterthought perhaps, she then commented:
"You must allow me hope Mr. Medina, especially now after reading the letter, and Carlos bringing in the nurse."
"Indeed I expect some hope is rushing right now into her bloodstream, hoping she does not wake up in a grave, I do wish to follow this case to its bitter-sweet end, in truth, Miss Florencia, I'd not trade places with the president at this curious moment."
Dona Florencia Wielder, a young woman, fine featured, of good looks, good Peruvian stock, velvet dark hair, eyes a mysterious deep brown, slanted somewhat, as if she had mixed blood, Asian and Peruvian, not wide at all. As I found myself, time and again staring into those deep eyes, they almost put me into a trance, above those were lavishing eyebrows, and behind, long black wavy hair down to her shoulders as it overlapped. Her architecture was curvy, right where it belonged, balanced as if on top of a pin. Her white teeth gleamed when she smiled, you couldn't miss them, somehow her hands moved without her wrist, her fingers without her hands-unless I was under an illusion, and her charm was mixed with her beauty, and movements.
The nurse was more on the wide side of the scale. A tall German looking gal, youthful and strong with broad shoulders and a ski type nose.
Chapter Four
Hypnotic Sleep and the Cat
Physically she was inured badly-or so it looked with all its bleeding, yet all her vital organs seemed unimpaired, deep, and internally that is, as Nurse Sara Palma carefully searched her body for bruises, deep puncture marks and so forth, which there were none to speak of.
Then suddenly, just like nothing, her breathing started back up again, it was almost shocking, as the nurse fell backwards, turning pale, dry throat, her daughter put her hand over her mouth as if to scream, and I, I just stood in amazement. This made Florencia double-think, 'Was Denis right, and was she in some hypnotic sleep...?'
As to her wounds, Sophia Maria had placed some bandages on them, hoping to stop some of the bleeding, and that was to some degree successful.
I scanned my mind, looking about, something had caught my eye-during this dramatic happening, at this point I asked the host, "Did your mother, or does she have any pets?" I had not seen any, so I refrained from digging into this question, and Florencia simply shook her head 'no,' as she continued to watch her mother's chest go up and down again (slowly she crept up to the side of her mother, as if to hug her, but she stood stone still, short of that, and just watched her intake of air.
Now I looked about again, wondering what provoked the question in the first place, whereupon I noticed a mummy cat, wildcat that is on the wall, it was killed by her late grandfather, Anton, so I found out. It was a large and seemingly wild and ugly looking thing. The longer I looked at this beast on the wall, a trophy of sorts, the haughtier the creature became, almost submerging its dead personification into me.
"Oivlis," was its name, said Florencia with a half smile, looking out of the side of her eye, watching me looking at the cat.
I felt the cat purring inside my head; almost instinctively I wanted to talk to the cat, its eyes like razors cutting into mine.
"Eh!" said Florencia, "are you ok?"
I could hear the cat's heart beating, "Pardon me!" I said to Florencia, adding, "I think I'm daydreaming."
"My grandfather mounted that cat on the wall, fifty-years ago. Mother liked it, her and I never did share the same feelings on that cat, and she left it in the same spot grandfather put it in-all these years." ((The nurse was now caring for Mrs. Sophia Maria Wilder.)(You could see the red blood lines through the bandages; the wounds were healing fast, and the bandages were now like blotting paper.)
Chapter Five
To be Written
Chapters one and two, written 1-9-2008, at home; Chapters three and four, written at the café, EP, 1-10-2008; written in Lima, Peru.
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