Davila was very gracious. "Of course you may use these remarks. But please don't use Don José's name in your article. It might be misunderstood. You see, Don José has many enemies in the Jewish and radical press in your country."
"On my honor as a Girl Scout," she said, "I'll use the quotes but not the names."
"You've got quite a story there," Hall said. He was looking into the mob on the dance floor for a sign of Jerry. Her red hair was not to be found, but Margaret Skidmore, dancing with a bemedaled diplomat, caught his eye and gestured that she would join him at the end of that dance. She took him away from the group in a few minutes and led him toward the American bar she had rigged up for the party.
"They sure were talking at you for a while," she said. "I could see them giving it to you with both barrels."
"That they were. What is the lowdown, anyway? Are those boys completely right about Tabio?"
Margaret was amused. "Oh, they're a gang of hotheads, I warn you. But nice. I suspect that our friend Giselle is going to find Don José particularly nice."
"Meow!"
"I'm not a cat. I just know Giselle."
"Let's talk about San Hermano politics. I think you know plenty in that little head of yours."
"Oh, I do. But tonight's a party. I've got to be Daddy's good little Hostess."