“That’s right—leave me alone, exposed to be insulted! Listen to me, Señor Ramos. Don José will come out of the Casino in a moment, as usual. I want to see whether he goes into his hotel or goes past it. It is a fancy of mine, only a fancy.”
“What I know is that I have something to do, and that it is near twelve o’clock.”
“Silence!” said Remedios. “Let us hide ourselves around the corner. A man is coming down the Calle de la Triperia Alta. It is he!”
“Don José! I know him by his walk.”
“Let us follow him,” said Maria Remedios with anxiety. “Let us follow him at a little distance, Ramos.”
“Señora—”
“Only a minute, then, Doña Remedios. After that I must go.”
They walked on about thirty paces, keeping at a moderate distance behind the man they were watching. The Penitentiary’s niece stopped then and said:
“He is not going into his hotel.”
“He may be going to the brigadier’s.”