“I’ll take you to a printing shop I know,” answered Jesús.
“But they might suspect. No, no.”
“Then you prefer to be an informer?”
“There’s one thing I’m going to do right away: I’m going this very moment to see somebody who can fix the whole business.”
“Wait a minute.”
“No, no. Let me alone.”
Manuel left with the resolution to speak with the Cripple and the Master. He hurried over to the Círculo. He was admitted, ran to the first flight, and said to the man who was stationed at the door to the gambling room:
“The Master? Is he in his office?”
“No, Don Marcos is there.”
Manuel knocked at the door and walked in. Calatrava was at a desk together with an employee, counting white and red chips. At sight of Manuel, Marcos turned an icy stare upon him.