"Why do you talk about ghosts?" he whined. "I—I wish I hadn't waked up."
Paredes sank back in his chair.
"Waked up!" he echoed in an awe-struck voice.
Bobby took a trivial interest, as one will turn to small things during the most vital moments, in the reflection that twice within twenty-four hours the Panamanian had been startled from his cold reserve.
"Waked up!" Paredes repeated.
His voice rose.
"At what time? Do you remember the time?"
"Not exactly. Sometime after noon."
Bobby guessed the object of Paredes's question. He knew it had been about noon when they had seen the coffin covered in the restless, wind-swept cemetery.
Paredes hurried on.