Late afternoon of the third day the telephone rang and I was talking to a man who said his name was Howard Spencer, that he was a representative of a New York publishing house in California on a brief business trip, that he had a problem he would like to discuss with me and would I meet him in the bar of the Ritz-Beverly Hotel at eleven A.M.
Hirugarren egunean ilunabarrean telefonoak jo zuen eta Howard Spencer zeritzala, New Yorkeko argitaletxe bateko ordezkaria zela, negozio bidaia labur bat egiten ari zela eta nerekin aztertu nahi zuen problema bat zeukala esan zidan gizon batekin hitz egin nuen, Ritz-Bevelly Hoteleko tabernan hurrengo eguneko goizeko hamaiketan elkartuko al ginen?