The lawyer pulled Chester back.
“Wait,” he said, facing Miguel. “How do you know this?”
“No matter. I know it.”
“But we insist on knowing how you know it. Did you see him enter this room?”
“Mebbe so.”
“Did you see him? Answer yes or no.”
“What right have you to ask?”
“I am a lawyer. Perhaps he has engaged me to defend him. You must answer.”
Bunol seemed a trifle nervous now.
“Yes, I see him,” he huskily declared.