“Yes, that’s because they will come to receive me at the station.”
“Honestly?”
“Yes.”
“Ha... ha... ha...!” laughed Alzugaray.
“What are you laughing at?” asked Cæsar, smiling.
“At your having arranged a reception and brought me along for a witness.”
“No, man, no,” said Cæsar; “I have arranged nothing. The workmen of the Club will come down out of gratitude.”
“Ah, that’s it! Then there will be only a few.”
At this juncture the car door opened and a man in the dirty clothes of a mechanic appeared.
“Don Cæsar Moncada?” he inquired.