In the opposite corner of the room, a musician in a Spanish costume was softly playing Spanish tunes on an accordion.
To the waiter who was standing by, she said, “Do you have other musicians here, possibly at night?” She indicated a piano beside which the accordionist was standing as he played.
“Sí, sí! At dinner we have also the piano and a violin.”
Vicki’s heart quickened. A violin! Maybe she was on the right track after all!
“Your violinist?” she asked. “Is he a tall, thin, elderly man with gray hair?”
The waiter laughed and slapped his expansive stomach as though Vicki had made a funny joke.
“You do not know Pedro, señorita. He is big like me. Even fatter.” He put his fingers to his lips and blew a kiss into the air. “But his violin—it is the sweetest in Ybor City.”
“Then you don’t know a violin player named Mr. Tytell?”
The waiter wrinkled his brows and slowly shook his head. “Tytell-a?” He put a soft vowel sound on the end of the name. “No, señorita. Only Pedro plays the violin at the Granada.”
Vicki’s heart fell as quickly as it had leaped up a moment before. To cover her disappointment, she gave her attention to the menu the waiter had handed her. She wasn’t hungry, having eaten a big breakfast only a short time before, but she felt that she had to order something to justify her presence. She ordered a sandwich with an unpronounceable Spanish name.