“What’s your name?”
“Manuel Alcázar.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-one.”
“Trade?”
“Typesetter.”
“Do you swear to answer the truth to all questions put to you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“If you do, then may Heaven reward you for it; if you don’t, may it visit proper punishment upon you. What did you do on the day of the crime?”
“On the night before, Vidal and myself, together with two women, went to see the execution of a soldier. After that we slept for a while in the morning, and at eleven I went with a woman to the restaurant near the Sotillo Bridge, where we had an appointment with Vidal.”