“On the box. If the Countess is escorted, why, I’ll take her home, and we’ll leave the matter for another day. If she is alone, I’ll trot the horses as far as the Campo de la Merced, where I’ll stop; you get on—and away we go!”
“Very good. You’re a wonder, comrade! But let’s look coldly at the inconveniences.”
“Out with them.”
“First of all, the departure from this place. They are still hanging around the street, according to El Cuervo.”
“Ah, but do you think I am such an idiot as to go out through El Cuervo’s tavern? Ca, man!”
“No?”
“Of course not.”
“Well, where, then?”
“You’ll see.”
“Good. That solves the first problem: second, I have to go to the theatre to see if the Countess is alone, and people know me; if one of the police....”