“What have you come here for? Squealer!” he cried. “You’re not wanted here.”
“I know that.”
“You’re fired. And you needn’t expect any back pay, either.”
“No. I don’t.”
“Then what do you want?”
“I’ll tell you. El Garro, your police friend, let me go free on condition that I’d help in the capture of the man who killed Vidal, and they keep me going and coming at all hours of the day and night. I’m sick and tired of it all, and I don’t want to become a stool-pigeon.”
“Well, what has all this got to do with me?”
“What’s more, if I don’t show up at the house of the captain under whose order El Garro placed me, they’ll arrest me and take me off to jail.”
“Good enough. You’ll learn there not to wag your tongue so freely.”
“Not a bit of it. What I’ll do there is tell them just how folks are cheated in this establishment....”