But his sleep was cut short very early in the morning by Pepe, who arrived with the news that Jerry had returned from the country late at night and was trying desperately to contact Hall.
He phoned her at once.
"Matt," she said, "can you come over right away? I think that I owe you an apology."
Jerry was waiting for him in her room. She had not had any sleep for a full night, and her eyes showed it. Hall noticed that the two ash trays in the room were filled to the rims with fresh cigarette stumps.
"What's up?" he asked.
"I'm out of cigarettes. Have you got any?"
"Only Cubans. They're very strong."
She accepted one, choked a bit on the first puff, then continued smoking.
"Give," he said. "What happened?"
"You were right, I think. I can't swear to it, but I'm sure I recognized his voice. The little Dutchman, I mean."