"What do we have to do?"
"Who knows? It is the little dog's next move."
"But could you get some friends now?"
"Yes. How many?"
"A few. I'll keep an eye on El Siglo."
"All right," Pepe said. "But we shouldn't lose the little dog."
"That is a chance we must take. If we lose him tonight, we will follow him tomorrow. He will be in my footsteps again."
"That is true," Big Pepe said. "I will be back soon." He drove off down the back street.
Like El Siglo, the café where Hall found a table near a boxed hedge on the sidewalk faced the entrance to the apartments of the Presidencia. The lights were on again in the fourth floor. Hall wondered if the doctors were poking poor Tabio at that moment.
He ordered a pot of coffee and sat back to watch the entrance to El Siglo. A newsboy sold him a late paper, but Hall gave up trying to read it after a few minutes. He bought a box of wax matches and some cigars, turning his back to El Siglo when the tip of his first match flared into flame.