"Ah," said Alvarez thoughtfully. "Fresh lime-juice is better when one is feverish. Did he drink anything else?"
"No," said Kit. "The waiter wanted to bring some anisado, but he insisted on the wine."
Alvarez took him to the table where the refreshments were served and clapped his hands. A waiter came up, but Kit said, "That is not the boy."
"Where are your companions?" the president asked.
"One is washing the glasses, señor. I do not know where the other has gone."
Alvarez opened a door and Kit saw a man putting small copitas into a pail.
"It was another fellow who brought the wine," he said, and Alvarez beckoned the waiter.
"Call the mayor-domo."
A man dressed in plain black clothes came in, and Alvarez asked: "How many of these fellows did you send to serve the wine?"
"Two, señor. It was enough."