“No.”
“What did you do with the gold Leighton give you, Miguel?”
The old man shrugged his shoulders. “Tobacco. Some wine. A game of card.”
“An’ were you faithful an’ true, as Leighton say?”
He looked at her long and steadily.
“What you theenk about that, Inez?”
“When people talk about Miguel Zaloa, they always say he is good man. I hear Meest Weldon say: ‘Miguel is honest. I would trust Miguel with all I have.’”
“Meest Weld say that?”
“Yes.”
“Well?”