"Don Anibal is dying. I think Ansaldo did it."
"He is a fascist, Mateo. You were absolutely right."
"How do you know? I need the proof immediately."
"There is a man in town who was trapped behind Franco's lines for two years. He knew Ansaldo well."
"That is good—for you and me. But it is not enough. There is too much at stake."
"I guessed as much, Mateo. General Mogrado sent a message from Mexico City a few days ago. He wanted the information also. I took this man in Havana and we went to a lawyer and he made a long affidavit about Ansaldo. Mogrado has the affidavit by this time."
"Who is this man? Is he well known?"
"No, Mateo. He was a minor official of the Ministry of Commerce. I have a copy of his affidavit, and you can meet him tomorrow if you wish. He is staying with relatives in Marianao."
"Let us try to see him tomorrow. But I need much more than his affidavit. I need more than anything else a picture of Ansaldo in Falange uniform, a picture that shows him with officers of Germany and Italy. I was in Burgos when the picture was taken—and I have a feeling that the picture is right here in Havana."
"Here? In Havana?"