“I’m Manuel, Petra’s son. The woman who worked at the boarding-house. Don’t you remember?”
“Ah, yes!... And what do you want?”
“I’d like you to tell me whether you know where Don Roberto lives. I believe he’s now a writer for the newspapers.”
“And who is Don Roberto?”
“That blonde chap.... The student who was a friend of Don Telmo’s.”
“Oh, that lit’r’y kid?... How should I know?”
“Not even where he works?”
“I think he is an instructor at Fischer’s academy.”
“I don’t know where that academy is.”
“It seems to me it’s on the Plaza de Isabel II,” replied the Superman sullenly, as he opened the glass door with a latch-key and walked inside.