"No. I'll get you out of bed, Felipe. Well, here's to Mexico!"
Chapter seven
It was not quite six when the phone next to Hall's bed rang and a tired Souza said, "Your driver is on the way up to your room, Señor."
Hall admitted Pepe a moment later. "What is it?" he asked. Unshaven, heavy-eyed, the big Asturiano seemed thoroughly upset.
"Nada," he said. "It is just time." He went to the window, locked the shutters, and held his finger to his lips. With his other hand, he first pointed to Ansaldo's room and then to his ear.
"Oh," Hall said, raising his voice. "Thank you for waking me. Sit down and have a smoke while I dress." He gave Pepe a pencil and a sheet of paper.
Pepe wrote: "The Englishman Fielding was killed three hours ago."
"How?" Hall asked.
The driver vigorously pointed to the street. "You will miss your train, Señor," he said.