“Yes Señor.”
“Do you know where she is now?”
“Yes, Señor. She is in a hospital not far from Manila. She is a good woman. My life is hers. I was there once for many, many days, shot through here,” he placed his hand on his side, “and she made me well again.”
“Do you know who sent this letter to her?”
“Yes, Señor.”
“Who was it?”
“Who was it? Answer. It is for her good I want to know.”
“It was her son, Señor.”
“Was he the man who gave us warning of the ambush today?”