I ask you whether in your heart you are for the Germans or for us." Jose Medina hitched his chair a little closer and holding up one hand with fingers spread ticked off his points, as he spoke them, with the other.
"Let us see! First, you come to me, senor, saying you are English, and speaking Spanish with the accent of Valencia.

Good! I might reply, senor, how do I know?
I might ask you how I am to be sure that when that British flag is hauled down from your yacht outside the bay over there, it is not a German one which should take its place.

Good! But I do not make these replies.

I accept your word as a _caballero_ that you are English and not an enemy of England laying a trap for me.

Good!" He took off his eye-glasses and polished them.
"Now listen to me!" he continued.