"You look," said Gonzales, "like a Gallego grocer on his way to High Mass."
"That's enough," Lavandero said sharply, "Don Anibal is dying."
The blood rose to Segador's head. "No!" he shouted.
"Sit down, Diego."
Gonzales opened a cabinet and took out a bottle of brandy. He shouted to the kitchen for his daughter to bring glasses.
"Major," Hall said, "this is Miss Olmstead."
"Hello," Segador said, in English. "You have close shave, no?"
All the men had brandy. Jerry merely looked at the bottle with great longing.
"Well then, Diego," Lavandero said, "minutes count now. Hall has a plan. It is a good one." He described it for the Major. "If he comes back with pictures of Ansaldo in the uniform of the Falange, we will have to flood the country with them. They will not look nice next to the pictures of Ansaldo embracing Gamburdo, no?"
"They will look very nice—for us. But how is Hall going to get to Havana?"