A few months later Roberto appeared in the Corrala at the hour when
Manuel and the shoe-shop employes were returning from their day's
work.
"Do you know Senor Zurro?" Roberto asked Manuel.
"Yes. He lives here on this side."
"I know that. I'd like to have a talk with him.
"Then knock at his door. He must be in."
"Come along with me."
Manuel knocked and Encarna opened; they went inside. Senor Zurro was
in his room, reading a newspaper by the light of a large candle; the
place was a regular storehouse, cluttered with old secretaries,
dilapidated chests, mantlepieces, clocks and sundry other items. It
was close enough to stifle a person; it was impossible to breathe or
to take a step without stumbling against something.
"Are you Senor Zurro?" asked Roberto.
"Yes."
"I have come at the suggestion of Don Telmo."
"Don Telmo!" repeated the old man, rising and offering the student a
chair. "Have a seat. How is the good gentleman?"
"Very well."
"He's an excellent friend of mine," continued Zurro. "I should say so.
Well, young man, let me know what you wish. It's enough for me that
you come from Don Telmo; that assures you my best services."
"I should like to learn the whereabouts of a certain girl acrobat who
lived about five or six years ago in a lodging-house of this vicinity,
or in Cuco's hostelry.
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