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Hold thatI said to the landlord that night, when arriving from the str eet, after having loo ed into my mailboxit doesn't seem to be addressed to me, an yway. That was a letter without name of addressee, only with my addressbui lding number, room numberwritten on the envelope. Now, even if I am not in the ha bit of chec ing other's people mail, I couldn't help reading it in this occasion , as for some un nown reason the sender had decided to write his message on the envelope itself, starting in the inside and thenwhen he had most li ely run out o f spacefinishing it in the outside, where normally you would put your own name. I t was the last words in this note what had caught my attention. For reasons to m e un nown, the man writing these lines was pretty irritated with the addressee, which had the result of turning the letter into a rant. And a rant that was goin g in crescendo, to finish in a climax that loo ed more li e a physical threat th an anything else: ....and you now, Fran , or Pete, John, that in this city there are guys experts at brea ing the legs of people who do not behave properly. Some thing li e that. Also, it was mentioned there also a money debt, some ten grands or so, which was ma ing the threat itself rather understandable. The scariest t hing about all this is that the letter was coming from New Yor City. The landlord did not give much importance to the note. He new wel l what was all that about, which I considered rather reassuring, as I had alread y started pondering the convenience of installing bulletproof windows in my room . The individual who had occupied my room before had now very serious conjugal p roblems. But not the ind of marital complication so prevalent in our timeslac o f trust, of love; infidelities, etcbut rather one more specific to North America and Western Europe. The ind of problem that usually appears as the result of a marriage of convenience. One guy, a woman, wants to immigrate to these lands and , of course, the shortest and easiest way to do it is to marry someone who alrea dy has the citizenship. This second person is then offered some right, privilege or goodproperty, moneyin exchange of that marriage. Sometimes, as it happens in m any cases in this instances, things do not wor out as they were supposed, one o f the parts does not fulfill his or her part of the deal, and the other one must then initiate some ind of legal procedure against him, her, or even start chas ing the culprit. Something li e that had happened in this occasion with the past occupant of my room, even if I do not remember now what was the exact cause why he was now in hot water with his current in-laws; not even if he was the one ha ving been swindled in some way or if the case was the opposite. The case was tha t the whole family of the bride was now hot in his heels and the least you could say is that they were not coming in a festive mood. In fact, it was the police who showed up a couple of wee s later in the building, loo ing for the fugitive. All which, on the other hand, had a rather relaxing angle, as it was evident th at the holy indignation of that family had ta en a turn for the legal and proced ural rather than going in the ways more usual to the underworld. After receiving the letter from my hands, the landlord went to noc on Henry's door, because this last had seen the fugitive a few times in a bar-cafe and pool saloon, on a busy commercial street, a few bloc s from the building. O nce I could relax about this commotion I left the landlord alonehe then returned to his roomand, as Henry had left his own door open, I saw this as an invitation; apart from the fact that I wanted to discuss with him of a subject I had been s lowly maturing in my mind during the last few days and a topicI guesssomewhat more interesting than the spicy alternatives of a marriage on the s ids or the shena nigans of a runaway husband. HenryI saidI want to as you something. Tell me: what do you thin about the magic bullet? Was that, in your opinion, a plant?

He was then putting away the table service, after what had been a shor t dinner. There was still floating in the air some indescribable smell, but whic h could not be of any other thing that food, exotic food maybe, and that was may be the reason why he had left the door open, to ma e it dissipate and change the air. He put the pieces, dishes, for , nife, on the sin and then went to the w indow, to close the shadows, as night had already fallen and the illuminated roo m was visible, in all its glory, from the outside, from the street. He finally s ettled on his couch, but without switching on the TV set. After what seemed a lo ng moment of reflexion, he simply answered: And who cares about that? Who cares if that bullet was planted or not? I was shoc ed. I could not believe what my ears were hearing. I couldn' t conceive that someone who had the least interest in the case could show such r oyal indifference towards one of its most important icons, the magic bullet! One of the true pillars of the legend. Man, it was weird; that sounded to me as if a passionate fan of Batman didn't want to hear about the Batmobile. But...I muttered, not nowing what to answerof course is something of th e greatest importance! It is important to now if someone planted it or not. Don' t forget that it ma es for one of the main pillars of the case, an essential ele ment to determine Oswald's innocence or guilt. If that bullet was a plant, then he was an innocent man for sure. If not, he must be guilty because, who would ha ve planted a bullet to incriminate him if he was already the assassin? And also, who could have gotten his rifle before the event, to get that bullet, if nobody , in that case, would have foreseen that later he would be illing the president , perhaps not even himself? He did not even pretend, for the appearances, to be thin ing about t hat reasoningwhich by the way seemed pretty solid to me at the moment. As he woul d not say anything at all, I went on in my arguments, this time trying to put so mething in them that could tic le his pride bone. In that caseI said in a suggestive, even cruel tone of voiceif it can b e proven that that bullet was not planted, your own theory would come crashing d own, as a house of cards. Tell mehe finally said, in a low voice, almost in a whisper, in a ton e of great fatigue, as if forced to address a subject that could only tire or bo re himin what precise archive, in what level of that logical structure we have al ready tal ed about, would you include your magic bullet? You mean... the logical structure we tal ed about at the beginning? That's it. I don't now...I have no idea. On the level two, I guess. Maybe not. Maybe I'd put it in the level three. After all, you said yourself that it shoul d go to that level. And why that level? Because, as you explained, that's an evidence that can be considered tainted, suspect, as coming from FBI labs; the same labs that switched two cruc ial frames in the Zapruder film, so Kennedy would appear as if having been shot in the head from behind rather than from the front. Then, that bullet belongs, as evidence, to the level that is least to be trusted. Do we agree on this? Completely. But Henry...everybody agrees that it ma es for one of t he most important elements of the case... I realized now that we were not communicating. We were tal ing about different things, different priorities, and the worst thing was that I had no idea how I could come in resonance with him, his thoughts, so both would be in the same frequency. But he was the one at the end ma ing that effort. I see that, despite all what we have tal ed about the subject, w e still haven't come to an understanding concerning what's important and what is n'the said, with some disappointment in his tone, as if expressing the fear that his teachings had not yielded the desired resultswhat we are really tal ing about here, it's not the authenticity of the magic bullet, not even that of the evide nce in general. That's irrelevant. What we are tal ing about, if you still remem ber itas you were the one who wanted to now about itis the way a covert operation

such as this is done. How it is planned and executed. Soif I have to remind you once againthis is an intelligence operation, a spy case, the one we are tal ing a bout, not a regular criminal case, as the ones regular police detectives have to solve every day. And so, you have to treat it differently; in the first place r ecognizing that most of the evidence presented to you will be suspect, no matter from where it will come. I nodded; not so much because I agreed with what he was saying b ut because I did not want to start an argument. What I wanted to say to him now is that, in my opinion, the determination of the authenticity, or not, of an evi dence such as this would allows us to have an idea about how a manipulation of t his ind could have been done. But I chose to eep my mouth shut instead. A heav y silence fell then upon us. During my university years, as an engineering under graduate student, I had given sometimes maths lessons to ids in secondary schoo l; those who were behind in their courses, the less than brilliant in their clas ses, so to spea . In occasions, after hours of arduous explanations; of futile, fruitless exercises, I had to arrive to the conclusion that I was dealing with a dope, someone who no matter how I explained things he or she would never unders tand them. That was the precise, uneasy, feeling I as getting now, the differenc e being that I was the one playing here the dope, as the vibes I felt coming my way wore a disquieting similarity with those I had been myself in charge of send ing to others in those occasions. Tell me one thinghe finally bro e the silence, obviously trying to c ut through that atmosphere of uneasinessdo you remember the logical problem I tol d you at the beginning that Oswald had left us as legacy? That he couldn't give us any information of any value, as his own role as the fall guy of the plot would have made it suspect and so invalid? That's it. Now, all what I'm as ing you is that you treat the evi dence in the case the same way you would treat the fall guy; treat it with the s ame precaution. Let's see....I thin I'm beginning to understand...what you mean is that, the same way we can't trust the information that the patsy himself could have left us, after having been himself the object of a disinformation and manip ulation job, the same way we cannot trust the evidence that is not sure and prov en beyond any doubtthe one that goes in level one and two of your logical structu reas this evidence may be part of the disinformation job that that has been pulle d on us. That's it? Exactly. Do you see now how simple it was? SoI went on, inspired by this encouragementpeople who spend hours and hours studying the evidence that has been presented to them, wasting precious ti me of their lives analyzing and examining it, are acting just li e those poor so uls who become lost inside a mirror maze, in fairs and amusement par s, where at the end are incapable of getting out, because they cannot distinguish the real from the phony. Excellenthe commented, happy of seeing me at last understanding his pointyou just said it in a way I couldn't have said myself. Now, going bac to yo ur question of the beginning: no, it wasn't a planted bullet, the one found in P ar land, the magic one. Once again he had ta en me by surprise. And...what ma es you thin so?I as ed, cautiously, as if feeling the terrain I was getting into, as to be ready for any further surprise. Umm....for the simplest of reasons. Just thin logically. In the fi rst place, at that time, the time it was found in that stretcherabout 1.00 P.M. I thin the main job of the plotters in this regard couldn't have been to add new b ullets where there was already a surplus, but to retrieve those already in exces s. The Principle of the Well Understood Priority. Remember that the number of bu llets meant to have been fired by Oswald had to be threeaccording to the official report. That had to be the magic number, with respect to which all the accounts had to adjust, so they would coincide with the number of shots fired and with t he number of cartridges found in the TSBD. You find two bullets and you still ar e in the count, inside what is expected. You find four, five, and then you have

a big problem. But there is still another even more logical reason why that Par land bullet couldn't have been planted: if the president's body it's gonna be su bjected to a clean, honest, truly professional autopsy; one in which there will be no manipulation of physical evidence, no disappearance of suspicious material , no tampering of photos, documents, films, then they have gotten really into a gigantic mess, one in which a single bullet, even if one actually fired by Oswal d's rifle, would be of no help whatsoever. Because what will happen then is that those real, honest, no-holds-barred, professionals will find not only wounds in the body demonstrating that the shots were fired from different directions, but also that those penetrations are the product of bullets made of different calib ers and materials. And so, they had to have been shot from several different gun s. In that case, in what it's gonna help the adding of still another bullet, eve n if one fired by Oswald's rifle? Yeah.....that planted bullet would do nothing to hide the conspiracy . Quite the opposite: most probably all it would do is to ma e sure there would be no doubt about it. On the other handHenry went onif all the forensic wor has already been planned, integrated in the conspiracy... If the job is to be given to plotters in the forensic profession, you mean... Exactly. If the autopsy itself form part of he plot and everything about it has been planned in advance then why bother planting bullets in Par lan d Hospital? The forensic doctors themselves could plant them, during the autopsy . Yeah, it seems logical. No need to plant bullets, when all that has been ta en care of already, in the planning of the entire operation. But still, I felt that there was something that did not fit in t he analysis. But....why bothering at allI had finally grasped the source of my d oubt and uneasinesswhy did they do things the way they did it? Why did they have to proceed at the end to an autopsy that wasn't either one or the other. Those g uys, doctors Hume, Fin or something, weren't accomplices after all; at least th ey tried to so some ind of an honest job and they reached almost half way to th at. Why was that? Why not a totally honest or, alternatively, a totally fabricat ed autopsy? That's probably because of the will of the family, specially the widow. Kennedy was a Navy man and they wanted the procedure to ta e place at Be thesda. That played havoc with the initial plan to have it made at Walter Reed w here, in all appearances, everything had been already set for it, if we trust wh at orderlies and nurses of that outfit have been declaring over the years. So, a s they were being forced to ma e a more or less honest autopsy they did what the y coulda covert, previous, oneand left the job of practicing the honest, open, one to guys who had little idea how to do it. But, as all that tal about autopsies, hospitals, bloody wrap pings, is not my cup of tea, honestly, and it was tiring me, I rather changed th e subject: Spea ing of that bullet, the one found in Par land, what do you thin are the possibilities of Jac Ruby having been one who planted it? That's at least what one very famous and respected journalist, Seth Kantor, suggested. He had seen Ruby the same day in Par land, around one o'cloc and from that inci dent he developed his theory. To be honestHenry answeredthe only one conclusion I can draw from th at testimony is that anybody could have put that bullet in that stretcher. If to Kantor it was possible that Ruby could have gone, reach that stretcher and put the bullet there; a man who had absolutely no business there, who was a complete stranger to the place, who wasn't neither medical, auxiliary or police personne l; who didn't have any ind of medical or security credentials, a simple intrude r, then anybody could have done the same thing. That's my conclusion from Kantor 's testimony. But Henry, please!I cried out, not believing what he was sayingth

at was precisely Kantor's point! Ruby wasn't there a simple intruder, as anybody else. He was deeply implicated in the plot. And he didn't even have to put the bullet there himself, he could have given it to any of his friends in the DPD. Ahh, speculation, pure and simple speculation. Don't forget o ne crucial thing about Ruby. He could have been a hustler, a ruffian, an individ ual straddling the fine line dividing the lawful and the criminal worlds, always living in danger of falling on the wrong side, but he belonged anyway to a mili eu where there are rules that must be respected. He had to be a real soldier to survive in such a milieu, as the slightest mista e or slip could have cost him d early. After a pause he continued: Anyway, that Jac Ruby or any other person could have gone and put tha t bullet there, is really inconsequential, irrelevant, as I already explained to you. But let me show it from a different angle. Now, we agree that Ruby, as he had been thoroughly burnt in Oswalds previous manipulation, would have been expec ting that he would be eliminated immediately after the shooting, right? Exactly. It couldnt have been any other way, because in any other cas e he wouldnt have accepted to wor in his previous handling. Youre totally right o n that. Then: if, according to the way Ruby sees events unfolding, Oswald wi ll be eliminated in Dealey Plaza, using that Hollywood staging I already tal ed you abouta handful of policemen rushing to the 6t floor and shooting dead an alre ady sequestered and probably unconscious patsy; or maybe one dead alreadywhy woul d they need a bullet from his rifle as evidence? The case would have been closed right there! The police got the right man, they caught the assassin trying to m a e good his escape from the crime scene, the gun still warm in his hand, so the y shot him on the spot. Where is the need to investigate any further? Mmm...everything would have been in order, ta en care of. So, this is how things should be judged: Ruby didnt see the need to have a bullet from Oswal ds rifle before the event, to plant it after the facts, as such a bullet wouldnt e ven be needed as evidenceconsidering the way he foresaw things unfolding. On the other hand, after the event he wouldnt have had the occasion or the time to get o ne, isn't that? More or less so. But then, that bullet found by Tomlinson...if it wasnt a plant, it coul d only have been a real one; a bullet that was actually fired in the ambush. And what other possibility you consider li ely now? I dont now...I mutteredits that you ma e it appear so simple, so free of any complication. Too simple maybe. Nohe answeredthere is nothing complicated in all this. What really happe ns in that many people have become enmeshed in the chaos they have created thems elves. Its li e building a labyrinth without having any plans or blueprints, not giving any logic or clear clues to it, and then getting inside it and getting lo st; of course you'll lose your way and you won't be able to get out!. To top tha t, you forget that you were yourself the one who built it and assume it was just there, standing, incomprehensible, as if the result of divine intervention, of circumstances beyond your control. What happened with this very magic bullet gives us a typical case of that. All the discussion about it has been based made on p remises that are as solid as foundations on quic sand. But thats only the first m ista e they have made, the second being to consider this sha y bases as somethin g as solid as roc ; something beyond any rational discussion. Al this ma es at t he end for you being stuc in an analysis or discussion that ta es you nowhere, because the very bases on which you built upon you investigation are faulty them selves; they cannot possible lead you to the truth. Where for example Tomlinson found the slug, in Kennedys or in Connallys stretcher? He himself said he couldnt r emember, he said that it could have been on any of both and he maintained that p osition despite all the pressures from the WC to ma e him say it had been in Ken nedys. I consider his attitude excellentI dont remember where I found it, hell: are you gonna force me to say something I not sure about, only because it fits your schemes? What I do then is to leave Tomlinson alone with his uncertainty and ex

amine some another alternative. Where that bullet came from? It came from the fl oor, where it was lying after having fallen from any of the stretchers. From the floor...? Right; from the floor. The third possibility which I present is that such bullet fell from Kennedys stretcher, or from Connallys, and that it stayed th ere, without anybody seeing it for some time. At the end someone came to notice it and, after ma ing sure he or she wasnt being watched by anybody, this individu al just too it and deposited it on the stretcher he or she found the closest. And why anybody in Heavens would do such a thing...!? You only have to imagine the atmosphere at that time in that hospital; the mood in its corridors, rooms, wards. Chaos, bedlam. A madhouse. A dying pre sident, a governor seriously wounded and a vicepresident at the brin of a heart attac . Security personnel, Service Secret, FBI agents, DPD agents running up a nd down corridors, the guns at hand, fingers on the trigger, ready to fire, jump ing on each otherjust as an unfortunate FBI brass came to taste the experiencestop ping and interrogating any individual who could be considered suspect, even read y to shot him. Rumors of mayor plots in the air, even of a coup detat, panic, anx iety, and so very little more is needed to ma e of that an paranoiac place; doct ors, nurses, orderlies trying to be in every place all the time and save all pat ients; and in the midst of all that pandemonium, journalists. The media people, who have come there to cover the historic event, every one of them searching for the scoop of a lifetime, the brea ing news; the news that could ma e a career, a star out of a regular nobody; something for which they will be remembered fore ver, the flash informative that could propel them to the pinnacle of the profess ion from one moment to the next. And so they'll be ready to do anything, I mean anything, to achieve that goal if the opportunity comes noc ing on the door. Th ey only have to be there, in ambush, waiting, lying low maybe, but present, read y to jump at the once in a lifetime chance. You thin they'd do such a thin , anything... Ohhe laughed heartedly, but derisivelythey are ready to do everything y ou gramma told you a decent person would never do. Just remember the two guys wh o were traveling a few cars behind the limousine, in a vehicle provided with onl y one phone and who, moments after the shooting, were beating each other shamele ssly, fighting for its possession. They will do everything. They will bribe hosp ital employees to get inside a white apron, a nurse's uniform. They'd even hide in empty closets, with the doors barely open, to spy on what's going on outside, hoping to shoot what could be the photo of their lives. In that situation, to b e ta en in by police is the last thing you would want happening to you. Not that it will cost you much, probably a few hours of detention, a fine at mostyour bos s in the editorial room will forgive you for thatbut the horrendous thing is no w hat is happening to you, but what you may be missing because of that; what this inconvenience, or any other, is preventing you from directly nowing, capturing in photos, writing about, reporting. Even something as lame as your expulsion fr om the place could be for you the worst punishment, the thing that may ruin your career. Ufff!I sighed. He had really made me feel in the situationI thin I see what you're trying to explain me. In such a situation, specially for a jour nalist doing his wor , to pic up that bullet and go give it to any individual i n uniformcop, security agent, hospital staff memberor to anybody fulfilling a secu rity job in general, a FBI agent, a Secret Service member, would have been the w orst thing to do, a definitive no--no. The least these people will do is to dist ract you, if they don't hold you for hours for interrogation, and such a thing m ay well become the ruin of your informative job. I see you're beginning to understand. So this intruder, who we will call reporter X, wanting to be useful but at the same time not wanting to give himself away, not even wanting to be distracted from his main concernthe search f or the scoopta es he bullet and puts it on the nearest stretcher. Someone would f ind it there laterTomlinson in this case. See then how it's completely irrelevant to determine in what stretcher this bullet was found? It doesn't matter. Who ca res!

There was a pause. I have to confess that I was feeling rather di sappointed and I would dare to say, conned in some way. I had come expecting the answer to one of the most perplexing mysteries of the case, and here he was, He nry, demonstrating me that there was no such mystery and that, anyway, even if t here was one, it was irrelevant. I see that you loo pretty unhappy about all thishe commented, as if my facial expression would have shown so clearly what I was feelingyou wanted to hear tales of planted bullets and to that you have whetted your appetite. Anyway , do you still want to tal about planted bullets?....well, let's spea about pl anted bullets. I'll tell you one tale... True? There's, after all, a tale of planted bullets in this case? At that moment he seemed to have fallen in some ind of trance. As i f his mind had gone to some far away place where someone, something was calling his attention; li e when people is absent from home and suddenly remembersor star ts wondering about itwhat they may have left open or functioning; a water faucet, the lights, etc. But he was loo ing now more as if he was searching for the ans wer to some riddle that up to now would have escaped his scrutiny. I will rather propose you a different ind of experience, of challengehe then saidI'm gonna propose you a mental game, a purely intellectual experience, do you understand? Yes, yes, I understandin the absence of any planted bullet I could well ta e any intellectual game coming my waytell me about that game. It's rather something about accountinghe continued his prologue, which I was finding rather longsomething about adjusting the columns, the Ins and the O uts, the profits and expenses, so at the end everything would be hon y-dory, per fect. Yes, yes. I got it. But let's start the game. Well, answer me first to this: do you now anything about misters Sib ert and O'Neill? Of course! who doesn't? They were the two agents Hoover sent to supe rvise the autopsy, so they would ta e notes of the proceedings. And that they se em to have done very well, beyond expectations. Right. And do you remember something of interest in the notes they too ? Well, the truth is, not much of interest has come out of it; not much that I'm aware of. What I remember is the most intriguing part of it all, when t hey tal about a bulleta missile, in their wordsthat has been retrieved from the b ody. Or rather from the wrappings of his head. That's goodhe saidthat's it. One bullet was found when they received the body in Bethesda, in the wrappings of his head. Another thing: do you remember at what time the autopsy was done, or rather at what time started? I thin it started at around 8.00 P.M. Eight o'cloc . Now, what other thing do you remember about that autop sy; I mean, related to that autopsy...something that was happening hundreds of m iles away, in Dallas; in Par land Hospital to be more specific? In Par land...I have no idea. The truth is, after they too away Kenn edy's body there wasn't much action there. It really seems to have petered out, as a news interest or focus. The only interest of it, I guess, was in the press conferences offered by the medical personnel and the discovery of the magic bul let. It's precisely of that that I'm tal ing!he replied, with some impatien cewhat happened during that Bethesda autopsy is that, as they were eeping a tele phonic lin with Par land, the doctors in charge of the proceedings were informe d that a bullet had been found in a stretcher in the hospital. Mmm....I don't thin t was the hospital which gave them the news, but the Dallas FBI offices, or the Dallas Secret Service... Whateverhe cut me there, rather annoyedthe fact is, that piece of informa tion arrived when the autopsy was in progress. Now, the mental game I was propos ing you is to put all that together, and find some ind of logic, a rational sen se.

Mmm, let's see...one bullet is found during the autopsy, in the wrappi ng covering Kennedy's head. A bullet nobody wants to hear about...they are in pe rmanent contact with Dallas... My analysis stopped right there. Thin accounting, as I said before. Thin numbers, quantity, surplus; or rather balancehe advised me. Balance of numbers...I suspect you are suggesting some ind of exchang e of numbers between columns...some switching of items... Something li e that. Thin about addition and subtraction, about mathe matical manipulation of columns, those of the In and Out stuff. Let's see: one bullet is found in Par land, suddenly...another one is found in Bethesda during the autopsy...I thin ...No! What you're suggesting is m onstrous! He started laughing at this. And why monstrous...? Thin anyway that we are just playing a numbers g ame. Don't forget what I said at the beginning: this is only intellectual exerci se, a little play with material ta en from the level three of our logical struct ure. So it's rather trivial and inoffensive in the case. It is just that... the coincidence is amazing. But then, if that is true, what you're suggesting....you would be compl etely right when saying that the Par land bullet was authentic! Sibert and O'Nei ll would be ma ing the case that you're right on the money! One moment...calm down. Remember, it's only a mental gam... But I was too excited about the discovery to listen to him: As you said, when the doctors in Bethesdaincompetent as they were but wh o were trying to do their bestreceived Kennedy's body, everything was already in order. All balances had been done, all columns adjusted, all boo s closed. All surplus, redundant, bullets had already been retrieved; those of Dealey Plaza an d that one in the limousine. The accounting was impeccable. Then, at the midst o f the autopsy the information comes that a new, unheard of, bullet had just been found. An inopportune bullet, which existence everyone ignored up to now. One t hat has come to mess things up, to destroy all balance in columns In and Out and to put the fraud in evidence. What must be done to get things bac to normal, to restore the tidiness of the numbers? Nothing, apparently. Everybody nows alr eady of the existence of this intruder. Everybody; Dallas, the nation, the world . The international press has done its job and the news is now on every media ou tlet in the planet. Nothing can be done about this last bullet. Then...? Anyway, the excess material has to be eliminated. That's inescapable. So , one bullet must go. As that cannot be the intruder, the bullet found in Par la nd, the one that disappears at the end is the other, the missile seen by Sibert and O'Neill. It disappears in the final count, you meanHe corrected mebut if you go on with your analysis, it inevitably will ta e you to the right and only conclusion . That the bullet found in Par land wasn't planted! And...? The plant was the slug that Sibert and O'Neill saw! It couldn't be othe rwise! A bullet that was planted during a previous stop of the body, before the official autopsy in Bethesda, exactly as some critics have suggested! That was t he one designated to incriminate Oswald; the bullet that certainly came from his rifle and which must have disappeared later, as it couldn't be of any use, afte r the sudden irruption, on the stage where this tragedy was being played, of the Par land bullet. There is just one mista e in your analysissaid Henrythe bullet that Sib ert and O'Neill saw didn't disappear. It was the other one who did it, the Par l and one. And how...? Obvious. They were switched. Didn't you said it yourself? The bulle t found in Bethesda was the one meant to incriminate Oswald. Why should it have

disappeared, then if it was the right one? This slug simply too the other's pla ce, the one discovered by Tomlinson. It became evidence number 399 for the Warre n Commission. But, after all...didn't I tell you before that all this in nothing but a little mental game...?