- And you saw him?

‘Yes, I know.

– How do you see? Zalacaín said.

-Often embroidery in the convent, near the window, and evening out for a walk to the garden.

Well. I’m going. If anything happens to me, I will tell the gentleman alien who will warn you. See if you can rent a car to get out of here.

‘I see.

-As soon as you can.

Well.

Good-bye.

Good-bye and prudence.

Martin left the church, took down Main Street to the Recollect convent, paced up and down for hours without seeing a Catalina. In the evening he was lucky to see her looking out a window. Martin raised his hand, and his girlfriend, pretending not to know him, withdrew from the window. Martin froze, then reappeared and Catherine threw a ball of thread almost at the feet of Martin. Zalacaín picked it up, was in a paper that said: “At eight o’clock we talk for a moment. Waiting near the gate of the wall. “Martin returned to the inn, ate with an appetite extraordinary since eight o’clock in the doorway waiting for the wall. Eight were on the clock of the churches of Estella, when Martin heard two knocks on the door, Martin answered the same way.