Kane was a little concerned with the situation. He wondered precisely how he was going to play this business.
He got up, went to the sideboard, poured himself another whisky and soda. In spite of the mixture of drinks during the evening, his brain felt clear and active. He made up his mind that somehow Gallat must be found. It was necessary.
A quarter of an hour afterwards Guelvada came back. He said: "I've found out about the band-leader. He's a Spaniard— a nice fellow. Everybody likes him. His name is Juan Roccas. I've got his address. He lives near the Rua Augusta. I think it would be a good idea if I went to see him. I go very well with Spaniards."
Kane raised his eyebrows. He said:
"Is there anybody you don't go well with?"
Guelvada looked serious.
"Candidly, between you and me,
