I shot a quick glance at Belle, who nodded. It was evident that Vina had not expected to meet this friend.
"Do you remember anything that was said?" I ventured.
Pedro looked at me suspiciously. "I was too busy serving," he replied. "It was the busy time."
"What seems to be the trouble?" I asked, not cross-questioningly, but more as if merely for information. "You don't seem to want to answer. Are you afraid of something?"
Pedro regarded me a moment, then looked at Zona.
"It's all right," she reassured.
"Well—you see—once I was in a divorce suit—in court—I lose t'ree, four days' pay—the boss he fire me. Are you detective?"
I smiled and evaded the question, under cover of Zona's presence, and again reassured him.
"There was another woman came in, wasn't there?" I asked, as Belle produced the photograph of Honora.
"Yes—that's her."