"I think I'll go there too," Ricardo smiled.
"Good God, what can we do with the idiot?" whispered the photographer.
"Buy him off!"
"I tried that!"
"You didn't go high enough."
"Listen, you run get a policeman. I'll put a stop to this."
The assistant ran. Everyone stood around smoking cigarettes nervously, eying Ricardo. A dog came by and briefly made water against the wall.
"Look at that!" cried Ricardo. "What art! What a pattern! Quick, before the sun dries it!"
The cameraman turned his back and looked out to sea.
The assistant came rushing along the street. Behind him, a native policeman strolled quietly. The assistant had to stop and run back to urge the policeman to hurry. The policeman assured him with a gesture, at a distance, that the day was not yet over and in time they would arrive at the scene of whatever disaster lay ahead.
The policeman took up a position behind the two cameramen. "What seems to be the trouble?"
"That man up there. We want him removed."
"That man up there seems only to be leaning against a wall," said the officer.
"No, no, it's not the leaning, he--Oh hell," said the cameraman. "The only way to explain is to show you. Take your pose, dear."
The girl posed. Ricardo posed, smiling casually.
"Hold it!"
The girl froze.
Ricardo dropped his pants.
Click went the camera.
"Ah," said the policeman.
"Got the evidence right in this old camera if you need it!" said the cameraman.
"
Ah," said the policeman, not moving, hand to chin. "So." He surveyed the scene like an amateur photographer himself. He saw the model with the flushed, nervous marble face, the cobbles, the wall, and Ricardo. Ricardo magnificently smoking a cigarette there in the noon sunlight under the blue sky, his pants where a man's pants rarely are.
"Well, officer?" said the cameraman, waiting.
"Just what," said the policeman, taking off his cap and wiping his dark brow, "do you want me to do?"
"Arrest that man! Indecent exposure!"
"Ah," said the policeman.
"Well?" said the cameraman.
The crowd murmured. All the nice lady models were looking out at the sea gulls and the ocean.
"That man up there against the wall," said the officer, "I know him. His name is Ricardo Reyes."