The innkeeper arrived with the bottle and the glasses, and Currito seized the former and served every one.
“You know so much, Don Gil, what will you bet that you don’t know what that Italian bishop said when he saw the Mosque?” said Currito.
“What did he say? Let’s hear it,” inquired Don Gil with an ironic smile.
“Well, the canon Espejito went up to him, and pointing out the Christ of the Column, explained to him how it was made: ‘A prisoner made that Christ with his finger-nails,’ and the Bishop said to him, ‘The man who did it must have had good nails.’”
“He must be a heretic,” said Señora Rosario.
“And who told you that fake?” asked Don Gil.
“El Moji told me.”
“Well, he fooled you like a Chinaman.”
“No, sir, he did not fool me,” replied Currito. “El Moji was a man’s man, El Moji never lied, and El Moji....”
“But you are trying to tell me what the Bishop said, when I was there at the time,” exclaimed Don Gil.