"The dirty bastard," Hall said.
"We were discussing you this morning," Gonzales said. "Lavandero and Simon and myself. We think that if we get no further actual proof, we will have to place a great burden on your shoulders, Compañero Hall. Don Anibal trusts you."
"Do you want me to tell Don Anibal what I know?"
"Not immediately. It would be too great a shock. Don Anibal would demand proof even from you. But if he hears from you that you are here to investigate the Falange and then if, say tomorrow, you come back and tell him that you have run across some important information, perhaps ..."
"But have we time to break it to him in easy stages? Is his—health—adequate?"
"It is a chance we are forced to take," Simon said. "My father's health is not—adequate—for a sudden shock."
"You may be right. I have already notified Segador about Androtten. Perhaps by tomorrow he will have established Androtten's real identity."
"Then you will see my father now?"
"I will do anything you ask, compañero."
"Excuse me, then." Simon left the library.