The doctor looked at him over his glasses with fury, and began to walk up and down in the bookstore.
Alzugaray went to the hotel, arranging in his memory the data collected.
Cæsar was feeling well, and the two of them talked of the bookseller and his friends and of Father Martin Lafuerza.
“I am going to jot down all these points,” said Cæsar. “It wouldn’t be a bad idea for you to go on cultivating the bookseller.”
“I am going to.”
“Tomorrow, you know,” said Cæsar. “Grand dinner at Don Calixto’s. The practical manoeuvres begin.”
“Very good.”