They came to a filling station with a garage, where a mechanic was working on a car. Jaime pulled into the garage.“Buenas días,” the mechanic said. “What is the problem?”“If I knew,” Jaime replied, “I would fix it myself and charge for it. This car is as useless as a mule. It sputters like an old woman and has no energy.”“It sounds like my wife,” the mechanic grinned. “I think you may have a carburetor problem, señor.”Jaime shrugged. “I know nothing about cars. All I know is that I have a very important appointment in Madrid tomorrow. Can you have it fixed by this afternoon?”The mechanic said, “I have two jobs ahead of you, señor, but—” He let the rest of the sentence hang in the air.“I will be glad to pay you double.”The mechanic’s face brightened. “Will two o’clock be all right?”“Wonderful. We’ll get something to eat and come back at two.”Jaime turned to the others, who had been listening to the conversation in amazement. “We’re in luck,”
