and in the shadow of a much larger hotel. Tourists would have read in the brochures that the sea was within five minutesâ walk; it was not mentioned that the main coast road had to be crossed, and with the constant, heavy flow of traffic, five could become ten, fifteen, or even more.
The reception clerkâs manner belied the promise of the hotel welcoming tourists. âYou want what?â
âTo know if Señor Browyer is in his room.â
One of the four phones rang; the desk clerk answered the call, talked flirtatiously in Americanized English. Alvarez waited patiently until the clerk began to list the pleasures of lying on the beach in moonlight; he reached over and pressed down the stop bar.
âWhat dâyou think youâre doing?â the desk clerk demanded in Mallorquin, adding a couple of expressive adjectives.
âSaving a young ladyâs virtue.â
âItâs none of your business.â
âCuerpo.â
The desk clerk attempted to show the contempt for authority which had become a mark of democracy. âThat doesnât give you the right to muck up my call.â
âIt allows me not to have my work held up by some panting youth from Laraix.â
Annoyance became uneasiness. âHow dâyou know where Iâm from?â
To a Lluesean, the Laraix accent was easily recognized, and, for a reason few remembered, the inhabitants of the two villages viewed each other with dislike and contempt. Alvarez did not answer the question.
âWhat . . . What dâyou want?â
âAs I said, to know if Señor Browyer is in his room.â
âHeâll more likely be eating.â
âA late breakfast?â
âLunch.â
âThis early?â
âSome of âem would like it even earlier, being so hungry-gutted.â
âGet on to his room.â
The clerk checked numbers, dialled. There was no answer.
âSee if he is in the dining room.â He might have to wait for Browyer to finish his meal. âWhatâs on the menu?â
âFish soup, then cold meats or beef stew, salad, chips, and a sweet.â
A half-formed suggestion was abandoned. He would not eat there however long he had to wait. Fish soup could come out of a tin, cold meats be yesterdayâs leftovers, beef tough and tasteless even in a stew, olive oil from a fourth pressing, chips from green potatoes. âIâll wait to talk to him. Will you organize a coñac with ice only?â
The clerk hesitated, then spoke over an internal telephone.
Six minutes later, a waiter entered the foyer, a frosting glass in his hand. He looked at the desk clerk, correctly interpreted the nod, crossed to Alvarez and handed him the glass.
âHow much?â Alvarez asked.
âI understood it was on the house.â
Almost certainly a misunderstanding. The brandy was of very medium quality, but drinkable. He was considering whether hotel hospitality would support a second one when people began to leave the dining room. He walked over to the reception desk. âDo you know Señor Browyer?â
âCanât say I do.â
âCall out his name.â
Browyer was the last to leave. He came through the doorway, laughing at something he had said to the man beside him who looked bored, not amused. When he heard his name, he stopped, uncertain and uneasy. He walked slowly to the reception desk. âWhatâs the problem?â With blustering bonhomie, he said: âHave I won the lottery or has Miss World phoned?â
âInspector Alvarez wants to talk to you,â the desk clerk answered.
âAn inspector in what?â
âThe Cuerpo.â
âWhatâs that?â
âThe detective division of the police force.â
âWhat . . . ? Theyâve already found out I robbed the bank?â He laughed, sounding like the neighing of a horse.
âI donât think any bank has recently been robbed,â Alvarez
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