"Olé!" Juan Antonio punched Miguelito's shoulders with glee.
Souza was reading a fat book at his desk when Hall returned to the Bolivar. He greeted the boys with familiarity. "They are reliable," he said after they left.
"I know. I was sober when I called you before. But tonight your reliable boys nearly drank me under the table trying to find out who was with the little dog."
"The one who followed you to the Ritz?"
"The same one. They also told me that you are President of the Hotel Clerks Union."
"I am."
"Got a cigarette? Thanks. No, I've got matches." Hall looked around to see if he and Souza were alone. Quietly, he said, "Androtten was the man I saw with the little dog."
Souza's face grew grimmer. "I don't think I am surprised."
"Who is he?"