“Vidal.”
“Do you know a fellow nicknamed El Bizco?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How do you come to know him?”
“He was a friend of Vidal’s when we were kids.”
“Wasn’t he a friend of yours, too?”
“Friend? No. I never had any use for him.”
“Why?”
“Because he struck me as a bad one.”
“Just what do you mean by that?”