hands "If I'm working for such a rich and important man I must look the part These are my best clothes."
"That makes sense," Lomax said. "Where did you steal them from?"
"I didn't steal them," Yanni cried indignantly. "They were a present from a very good friend of mine The best friend I've got."
"All right," Lomax said. "Have it your way."
He moved down the cobbled streets towards the harbour and Yanni trotted beside him "Where do you want to go first?"
"A place called The Little Ship "
The boy's eyes widened. "You don't want to go there. That's a bad place. Not for tourists. For fishermen."
"Where would you suggest?" Lomax said.
"Lots of places. There's a Roman temple on the other side of the island, but we'd have to hire a boat. It's a long walk."
"Anything else?"
"Sure-the Tomb of Achilles, for instance."
"They buried him here, did they?"
Yanni nodded. "Everyone knows that."
"It must have been a long haul from Troy."
The boy ignored the remark. "We could always visit the monastery of St. Anthony or what's left of it. They blew it up during the war."
"So I'd heard," Lomax said, and his face darkened.
"Of course that would mean climbing the mountain. You'd probably find it too hot."
"That being so, I think we'll make it The Little Ship for the tune being."
"Suit yourself." Yanni shrugged despondently and led the way along the waterfront.
The Little Ship was on the corner of a narrow alley and when they reached it, he hesitated at the entrance and turned appealingly. "Let me take you somewhere else, mister."
Lomax ruffled the boy's hair with one hand. "Don't look so worried." He grinned. "Shall I let you into a little secret? I've been here before. A long time ago. Before you were even thought of."
He turned from the boy's astonished gaze and went down the stone steps into the cool darkness of The Little Ship.
Just inside the entrance a young man sprawled in a chair against the wall and sang in a low voice, his fingers gently stroking the strings of a bouzouki.
He wore a red and green checked shirt, the sleeves rolled back carefully to display his bulging biceps to better advantage, and his hair curled thickly over the back of his collar.
He made no effort to move out of the way. Lomax stared do\vn at him for a moment, anonymous in his dark glasses, and then stepped carefully over the outstretched legs and moved inside.
The first person he saw was Captain Papademos sitting by himself in a corner drinking red wine. Lomax raised a hand in greeting and Papademos deliberately looked away.
It was then that he became aware of a curious fact. There were six people in the room including Papademos, four of them sitting together and yet no one was talking.
The man behind the bar was small and wiry, his skin tanned the colour of Spanish leather. The right side of his face was disfigured by an ugly scar and the eye was covered by a black patch.
He leaned on the bar holding a newspaper and completely ignored Lomax. The strange thing was that his hands trembled slightly as if he laboured under some terrible strain.
Lomax removed his sunglasses. "Is Alexias Pavlo about?"
"Who wants to know?" the man demanded in a hoarse voice.
"An old friend," Lomax said. "Someone from his past." Behind him, the bouzouki player struck a final, dramatic chord. Lomax turned slowly and saw that everyone was watching him, even Papademos, and Yanni's white, frightened face peered round the edge of the door. In the heavy silence, the whole world seemed to stop breathing and then a man stepped through the bead curtain that masked the door at the side of the bar.
In his time, he must have been a giant, but now the white suit hung loosely on his great frame. He moved forward slowly with a pronounced limp, leaning
"That makes sense," Lomax said. "Where did you steal them from?"
"I didn't steal them," Yanni cried indignantly. "They were a present from a very good friend of mine The best friend I've got."
"All right," Lomax said. "Have it your way."
He moved down the cobbled streets towards the harbour and Yanni trotted beside him "Where do you want to go first?"
"A place called The Little Ship "
The boy's eyes widened. "You don't want to go there. That's a bad place. Not for tourists. For fishermen."
"Where would you suggest?" Lomax said.
"Lots of places. There's a Roman temple on the other side of the island, but we'd have to hire a boat. It's a long walk."
"Anything else?"
"Sure-the Tomb of Achilles, for instance."
"They buried him here, did they?"
Yanni nodded. "Everyone knows that."
"It must have been a long haul from Troy."
The boy ignored the remark. "We could always visit the monastery of St. Anthony or what's left of it. They blew it up during the war."
"So I'd heard," Lomax said, and his face darkened.
"Of course that would mean climbing the mountain. You'd probably find it too hot."
"That being so, I think we'll make it The Little Ship for the tune being."
"Suit yourself." Yanni shrugged despondently and led the way along the waterfront.
The Little Ship was on the corner of a narrow alley and when they reached it, he hesitated at the entrance and turned appealingly. "Let me take you somewhere else, mister."
Lomax ruffled the boy's hair with one hand. "Don't look so worried." He grinned. "Shall I let you into a little secret? I've been here before. A long time ago. Before you were even thought of."
He turned from the boy's astonished gaze and went down the stone steps into the cool darkness of The Little Ship.
Just inside the entrance a young man sprawled in a chair against the wall and sang in a low voice, his fingers gently stroking the strings of a bouzouki.
He wore a red and green checked shirt, the sleeves rolled back carefully to display his bulging biceps to better advantage, and his hair curled thickly over the back of his collar.
He made no effort to move out of the way. Lomax stared do\vn at him for a moment, anonymous in his dark glasses, and then stepped carefully over the outstretched legs and moved inside.
The first person he saw was Captain Papademos sitting by himself in a corner drinking red wine. Lomax raised a hand in greeting and Papademos deliberately looked away.
It was then that he became aware of a curious fact. There were six people in the room including Papademos, four of them sitting together and yet no one was talking.
The man behind the bar was small and wiry, his skin tanned the colour of Spanish leather. The right side of his face was disfigured by an ugly scar and the eye was covered by a black patch.
He leaned on the bar holding a newspaper and completely ignored Lomax. The strange thing was that his hands trembled slightly as if he laboured under some terrible strain.
Lomax removed his sunglasses. "Is Alexias Pavlo about?"
"Who wants to know?" the man demanded in a hoarse voice.
"An old friend," Lomax said. "Someone from his past." Behind him, the bouzouki player struck a final, dramatic chord. Lomax turned slowly and saw that everyone was watching him, even Papademos, and Yanni's white, frightened face peered round the edge of the door. In the heavy silence, the whole world seemed to stop breathing and then a man stepped through the bead curtain that masked the door at the side of the bar.
In his time, he must have been a giant, but now the white suit hung loosely on his great frame. He moved forward slowly with a pronounced limp, leaning
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