but I might know him if I see him.’
‘He is with the local undertaker. In such cases they keep the body for a week while relatives are sought.’
‘So I was informed.’
‘Lieutenant Gómez is Chief of Police in charge of the affair and police headquarters are on the other side of the plaza.’
‘I never find the police too helpful in these affairs.’ I laid another ten-dollar bill beside the first. ‘I’m a journalist. There could be a story in this for me. It’s as simple as that.’
‘Ah, I see now. A newspaperman.’ His eyes lightened. ‘How may I help you?’
‘Bauer – what can you tell me about him?’
‘Very little, señor. He arrived last week from Sucre. Said he expected a friend to join him.’
‘And did anyone?’
‘Not that I know of.’
‘What did he look like? Describe him.’
‘Sixty-five, maybe older. Yes, he could have been older, but it’s difficult to say. He was one of those men who give an impression of vitality at all times. A bull of a man.’
‘Why do you say that?’
‘Powerfully built. Not tall, you understand me, but with broad shoulders.’ He stretched his arms. ‘A thick, powerful neck.’
‘A fat man?’
‘No, I don’t remember him that way. More the power of the man, an impression of strength. He spoke good Spanish, with a German accent.’
‘You can recognize it?’
‘Oh, yes, señor. Many German engineers come here.’
‘Can I see the entry in the register?’
He turned it round to show me. It was on the line above mine. There were the details from his passport entered by the clerk, and beside it Bauer’s signature, a trifle spidery, but firm, and the date beside it, using a crossed seven, continental style.
I nodded and pushed the two bills across. ‘Thank you.’
‘Señor.’ He snapped up the twenty dollars and tucked them into his breast pocket. ‘I’ll show you your room.’
I glanced at my watch. It was just after eleven. ‘Too late to visit the undertaker now.’
‘Oh, no, señor, there is a porter on duty all night. It is the custom here for the dead to be in waiting for three days, during which time they are watched over both night and day in case …’ Here, he hesitated.
‘… of a mistake?’ I suggested.
‘Exactly, señor.’ He smiled sadly. ‘Death is a very final affair, so one wants to be sure. Take the first street on the left. You will find the undertaker’s at the far end. You can’t miss it. There’s a blue light above the door. The watchman’s name is Hugo. Tell him Rafael Mareno sent you.’
‘My thanks,’ I said formally.
‘At your orders, señor. And if you would care to eat on your return, something could be managed. I am on duty all night.’
He picked up his newspaper and I retraced my steps across the hall and went outside. The procession had formed up and started across the square as I paused at the top of the steps. It was much as I had seen in Mexico. There were a couple of characters in front, blazing torches in hand, dressed to represent the Lords of Death and Hell. Next came the children, clutching guttering candles, some already extinguished in the heavy rain, the adults following on behind with baskets of bread and fruit. Someone started to play a flute, low and plaintive, and a finger drum joined in. Otherwise, they moved in complete silence.
We seemed to be going the same way and I joined on at the tail of the procession, turning up the collar of my trenchcoat against the heavy rain. The undertaker’s was plain enough, the blue light subdued above the door as Mareno had indicated. I paused, watching the procession continue, the sound of that flute and drum strangely haunting, and only when they had turned into another alley and moved out of sight did I pull the bell chain.
There was silence for quite some time, only the rain. I was about to reach for the chain again when I became aware of a movement inside, dragging footsteps approaching. A grille opened at eye-level, a face peered out, pale in the darkness.
‘Hugo?’
‘What is it you want, señor?’ The voice was the merest whisper.
‘I would like to see the body of Señor Ricardo Bauer.’
‘Perhaps in the morning, señor.’
‘Rafael Mareno sent me.’
There was a pause, then the grille was closed. There was the sound of bolts being withdrawn, the door creaked open. He stood there, an oil lamp in one hand, very old, very frail, almost as if one of his own charges had decided to get up and walk. I slipped inside, he closed the door.
‘You will follow me, please?’
He led the way along a short passage and opened an oaken door and I could smell death instantly, the cloying sweetness of it heavy on the cold air. I hesitated, then followed him through.
The room into which I entered was a place of shadows, a single oil lamp suspended from a chain in the centre supplying the only light. It was a waiting mortuary of a type I had seen a couple of times before in Palermo and Vienna, although the Viennese version had been considerably more elaborate. There were perhaps a dozen coffins on the other side of the room, but first he led me up some steps to a small platform on which stood a desk and chair.
I gazed down into the shadows in fascination. Each coffin was open, a corpse clearly visible inside, the stiff fingers firmly entwined in one end of a string that went up over a pulley arrangement, across to the desk where the other end was fastened to an old-fashioned bell that hung from a wall bracket.
He put down his lamp. I said, ‘Has anyone ever rung that thing?’
‘The bell?’ I saw now that he was very old, eighty at least, the face desiccated, the eyes moist. ‘Once, señor, ten years ago. A young girl. But she died again three days later. Her father refused to acknowledge the fact. He kept her with him for a month. Finally the police had to intervene.’
‘I can see how they would have to.’
He opened a ledger and dipped a pen in an inkwell. ‘Your relationship to Señor Bauer, señor? I must enter it in the official record.’
I took out my wallet and produced another of those ten-dollar bills. ‘Nothing so formal, my friend. I’m just a newspaperman, passing through. I heard the story and thought I might recognize him.’
He hesitated, then laid down the pen. ‘As you say, señor.’ He picked up the lamp. ‘This way.’
It was the end coffin on the back row and I received something of a shock
