"Right now?"
Jerry laughed.
"I know," he said. "You're not wearing a thing at the moment."
"Just a second. There. Now you're right about one thing, anyway."
"Don't tempt me," he warned. "I might decide to check up for myself."
"Not now you won't! Meet you downstairs in about twenty minutes. O.K.?"
Hall finished his shave and dressed, toying all the while with the notion of walking down the corridor to Jerry's room before she had a chance to leave. Pepe would heartily approve, he thought, and, besides, since that hour in the woods on top of Monte Azul, Jerry had not exactly indicated that he would be unwelcome if he made a try. But while he speculated, Jerry phoned him again from downstairs. "Daydreaming?" she asked, and he answered, "Yes, about you."
She met him at the elevator in the lobby. "Come on," she laughed, "let's go to that place in back of the Cathedral. The little Dutch drip was around here a second ago. He wants to tell you the story of his life, he told me."
"O.K. Let's just keep walking."
She took his arm as they left the hotel. "Miss me?" she asked.