"Everyone has seen Segador," Hall laughed. "Everyone but me. When the hell do I see him?"
"He's very busy, my friend. He's responsible to a government, you know, not to himself, like you."
"Mierda!"
"That reminds me. There's an American officer in town. From Miami."
"Intelligence?"
"Naturally. He's a very nice guy, Mateo. The American Ambassador's daughter here told him that you are an agent of the Comintern. He told me that he knew she was crazy. He asked me to tell you that he's a straight-shooter and he wants to speak to you. In a friendly way, of course. Name's Barrows. A lieutenant-colonel. Know him?"
"No. What about Androtten?"
"What about Barrows, first? If I were you, I'd give him a ring. He's at the American Embassy."
"All right. Shall I ask him to lunch with us?"
Barrows was not free for lunch. He arranged to meet Hall at Duarte's office at three. "He sounds human," Hall admitted.