Finally I reached Zichy Jenő and walked down it until I reached my apartment and climbed the grimy stairs counting 92 in all. Wondering what El Capitán, if it was really him, and not my imagination was doing here. When I knew him in Mexico City he was a jeweler mostly working silver in the traditional style. I suppose he could be here or anywhere making jewelry but somehow being so smooth and wrapped in his traditional guayabera shirt one had to wonder if he was a new player in the local mafia. Eating a bowl of ice cream I unwrapped my newspaper and noticed a front page article about the Marriott taxi mafia, I puzzled over how the large hotel chains could get a way with this and turned the page in my quest for the crossword puzzle.