Pepe took him to a little workers' restaurant on the edges of the business section of New San Hermano. It was evident that he had had little sleep.
"Tired?" Hall asked.
The driver whistled, softly. "Like a corpse," he admitted.
An amused grimace distorted Hall's face. "What a corpse!" he said. "Why didn't you tell the boys who followed the teachers and me from the café last night to be better than the little dog?"
"You saw them?"
"I kept tripping over them all the way home."
Pepe thought it was very funny. "They pledged their lives to protect yours, the bunglers. Reliable, but clumsy."
"I am not angry," Hall said. "I am grateful."
"For nothing," Pepe protested.
"Pepe, do you know why I came to San Hermano?"