“Yes. I’m sure of that. El Bizco used to go to The Confessional to meet a gang of tramps like himself.”
“That’s true. He told me so.”
“Have you spoken to him?”
“Yes. But that was a long time ago.”
“Well, the newspapers that reported the crime say that the murderer must have been of extraordinary strength, and that the woman must have gone there as if to a rendezvous. It was El Bizco, I’m certain.”
“And haven’t they caught him?”
“No.”
Vidal was immersed in thought; it could be seen that he was making every effort to control himself. The waiter brought supper. Manuel attacked the meal voraciously.
“Boy, what a small appetite you have!” commented Vidal smiling, his calm having returned.
“Lord! I was as hungry....”