“Go fetch my clothes,” ordered Sandoval, and with an effort he sat up in bed, yawned stupidly and began to scratch his arms.
“What brings you here?” he queried.
“Well, you remember you told me the other day that you needed a boy in the office. I’ve brought you this one.”
“Why, man, I’ve already hired another.”
“Then there’s nothing to be done.”
“But I believe they need one at the printing shop.”
“Sánchez Gómez doesn’t think much of me.”
“I’ll talk to him. He can’t refuse me this.”
“Will you forget?”