The odd thing is that the superstitious ones that would leave the new offerings each morning noted that the items left the day before had disappeared, which only confirmed their conviction that the devil was pleased with the gifts provided by the people. It didn’t take long before the mystery reached the ears of two burly fishermen who were visiting the town. Sailors who–after having survived fierce storms, dangerous journeys and countless sea legends, found this story of the alley a mere child’s tale. “What do you think about the devil in Calle San Martin?”- said the more experienced sailor to his buddy and continued– “I think something’s fishy “- “that devils seems more like a thief to me!” as far as I’m concerned, the good children of God, should be protected. His sheep shouldn’t be robbed, not even by Beelzebub himself.” Determined to stop the legend from spreading even more, and preventing the embezzlement from continuing any longer, they decided to end what they considered to be no more than a myth. That same night, precisely at the stroke of midnight; two silhouettes bravely entered the dreadful alley… As usual, the alleged devil waited patiently by the tree to instill terror from the beyond upon anyone that would risk entering his domains. He was ready to surprise the two sailors when suddenly, the light of a torch appeared and he saw a hairy apparition; it had black horns and a long tail. It surely looked like the Satan himself. Still recovering from the shock; he suddenly felt a fire stinging his buttocks that burned his insides: it was a red-hot poker which had been skillfully applied in that region by one of the sailors who’d attacked him from behind. A prisoner now of indescribable panic, the supposed demon only managed to say – “Oh Jesus; the devil wants to take me away”! Uttering terrible cries of pain; he raced away as fast as he could. The two sailors roared with laughter as they removed the costumes they’d made especially for the occasion. The following night the fishermen were back in the alley again, to check if some unfortunate “malevolent being” returned but, although they stood guard until dawn; no one ever appeared in that place again. Days later news spread of a well-known local character who was struggling between life and death from a strange and sudden illness. He had sores and burns apparently caused by deep burns. Some time after, the now healthy individual– who in the people’s opinion was none other than that “fake devil”– repented of his sins and donated loads of jewelry to an institution for the poor, including what many knew were the same jewels that they’d offered long ago to the devil by the tree. Today, all that remains as a reminder of the events occurred is the suggestive name of Devil’s Alley with which the sinister nook was known for many years. This alley finally disappeared when the picturesque network of roads in Mexico City’s Historic District gave way to the modern Metropolitan area we know today.