“Well, if that is the case, why don’t you go?”
“The fact is, I’m surprised that it should be so. This was the only garret in the roof. Would you like an explanation? El Cuervo, the landlord of yonder corner tavern, told me to come here; that this was his garret.”
“Well, I came here because José Pacheco brought me.”
“Pacheco?”
“Then, this is the right garret.”
“Do you know Pacheco?” asked the woman.
“He is a good friend of mine. Do you know him too?”
“Yes, sir. He is my lover,” sighed the woman. Quentin felt an overpowering desire to laugh.
“Then, my lady,” he said, “I am very sorry, but I am pursued by the police, and cannot leave this place.”