“What for?”
“So’s they won’t be discovered here. That spoils a fellow’s name. I’ll throw them into the street. Likely as not, the chap who picks them up will think he’s come upon a windfall.”
Manuel wrapped up the rags with great care, made a neat package, tied it with twine and took it in his hand.
“Shall we start?”
“Come along.”
They went out. It seemed to Manuel that everybody’s gaze was fixed upon him and upon the package that he was carrying. He did not dare to leave it anywhere.
“Get rid of it. Don’t be a simpleton,” said Vidal, and snatching the bundle from Manuel’s hand he threw it over a wall into a lot.
The two youths walked through the Calle de la Magdalena to the Plaza de Anton Martín and went into the Café de Zaragoza.
They took seats. Vidal ordered two coffees and toast.
“How self-possessed he is,” thought Manuel.