"Still following the little dog. We're moving toward the Plaza."
"Pepe. The Englishman's son. Did you know him?"
"He was very young. I only saw him once. He was very brave, compañero. The Centro Asturiano sent flowers to his father when the boy was killed. He died for the Republic, you know." Pepe slowed the car.
"What's the matter?"
"He's stopping. We're on the Calle de Virtudes. He's going into a café. I'll keep going."
The car covered another block. Pepe turned the corner and stopped. "You can sit up now," he said.
Hall saw where he was. "Which bar did he go to?" he asked.
"El Siglo. There's another café next door. You can sit behind a hedge at a table there and watch El Siglo. I have done it many times. I'll park the car across the street and watch for you."
"Do you think we can do this alone?"
"Why not?"