We Were Strangers Page #3

He's a cigar importer

with whom I've done business in the past.

This one, Thompson...

a joint account of an elderly couple.

I remember this one, too.

Name is Fenner.

He's a chap that's hiring theatrical talent.

The disbursements seem to be mainly for...

steamship fares and advance salaries

on American contracts.

This is a business account.

Fellow's financing a small fishing fleet.

No, Seor Ariete, it doesn't appear

that any of these are what you're after.

Do you keep yourself informed

about changes in all the accounts?

- Withdrawals, deposits, and so on?

- Yeah. More or less.

Any happening of an unusual nature...

within the accounts

will come immediately to your notice?

Of course.

Then you will notify me

in case anything of this kind occurs.

Immediately. Is that clear?

I am holding you personally responsible.

Very well, seor.

That's all, Miss Valdez.

And I don't have to remind you,

Mr. Seymour...

you're in a foreign country.

Have we not met before, seorita?

I don't believe so.

There is something familiar about your face.

- Indeed?

- I don't think I'm mistaken.

It's not likely I'd forget such a pretty face.

I assure you, we have never met.

Perhaps.

Mr. Tony Fenner, please.

I'm not worried

about his coming to the bank.

I'm not worried

about his coming to the bank.

I expected them to start checking.

They'd have to be pretty dumb

not to guess...

that funds are being supplied

from the outside.

What's his name again, the Porrista?

Armando Ariete.

- And you say you know him?

- He is the man who killed my brother.

He killed him on the steps of the university.

Manolo had been distributing pamphlets.

That is why he killed him.

- Did you see it?

- I saw it.

Does Ariete know who you are?

For him it was just one of many murders.

I am going to ask for permission

to kill Ariete.

Will you speak for me

to one who is in authority?

He needs killing, the hyena.

Then you will speak for me?

Perhaps.

- Where do you live?

- Opposite the Colon Cemetery.

- How far is that?

- About a mile.

- Do you feel like walking?

- I often walk.

Do you always go home through this place?

Yes. It saves several blocks.

- Where's your house?

- By the west gate.

- Across the street from the cemetery?

- Yes.

How many are there in your family?

There were five of us

until Manolo was killed.

There wasn't much room,

but we got along all right.

We were all very good friends

and we were never hungry.

Manolo must have been your favorite.

We used to sell flowers

to the tourists in the streets at night.

You would never guess

where we got the flowers.

I might.

It was bad to do, very bad.

But we always said a prayer

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