“What’s the matter with him?”
“His chest ... he’s much better now.... Come right home, won’t you? We live over on Mellizo Lane, near the Calle de la Arganzuela.”
“All right.”
“So long, then.”
“Good-bye, and many thanks.”
El Garro and Manuel turned the corner and entering a portal with a bronze lion on either side, climbed a short staircase.
“What’s this?” asked Manuel.
“This is the Chapter House.”
They passed along a corridor, between black screens, into a room where two men sat writing. El Garro asked for El Gaditano.
“He must be out there,” they informed him.