"Three pesetas."
"Here they are."
"That Tabuenca is a loud-mouthed imbecile," said the mule-driver as he took the money. "And what was it you gentlemen wished?"
"I wanted to ask about a woman that lived here some years ago; she was an acrobat."
"Perhaps Don Alonso, Titiri, would know. If you'll be so kind, tell me where you're going, and I'll have Titiri look you up."
"All right. You tell him that we'll be waiting for him at the San
Millán café at nine o'clock," said Roberto.
"And how are we going to recognize this fellow?" asked Manuel.
"That's so," said Roberto. "How are we going to know him?"
"Easy. He goes around nights through the cafés with one of those apparatuses that sings songs."
"You mean a phonograph?"