I finished shaving and put my face down into the bowl and washed it with cold water. Montoya was standing there looking more embarrassed.
“Look,” he said. “I’ve just had a message from them at the Grand Hotel that they want Pedro Romero and Marcial Lalanda to come over for coffee to-night after dinner.”
“Well,” I said, “it can’t hurt Marcial any.”
“Marcial has been in San Sebastian all day. He drove over in a car this morning with Marquez. I don’t think they’ll be back to-night.”
Montoya stood embarrassed. He wanted me to say something.
“Don’t give Romero the message,” I said.
“You think so?”
“Absolutely.”
Montoya was very pleased.
“I wanted to ask you because you were an American,” he said.