The Dark Side of the Island Read Free Page B

understand," Pavlo told him. "This is the Englishman who was here during the war. The one who betrayed us to the Germans."
     
     
"So you would murder him now and in cold blood?" Kytros said.
     
     
Little Nikoli made an impassioned gesture with both hands. "It is not murder-it is justice."
     
     
"We obviously have different points of view." Kytros looked straight at Lomax. "Mr. Lomax, please come with me."
     
     
Lomax took a step forward and Dimitri grabbed his arm. "No, he stays here!" he said harshly.
     
     
Kytros unbuttoned the flap of his holster and took out his automatic. When he spoke there was iron in his voice. "Mr. Lomax is leaving with me now. I would be obliged, Alexias, if you would not make it necessary for me to shoot one of your friends."
     
     
Pavlo's face was contorted in anger and he half turned and drove the blade of the knife into the wooden table in a single violent gesture.
     
     
"All right, Kytros. Have it your way, but make sure he's on the boat when it leaves at four o'clock. If he-isn't, I can't be responsible for what might happen."
     
     
Lomax stumbled past the sergeant and climbed the steps into the bright sunlight. For a moment, reaction set in and he leaned against the wallj his chest heaving as he struggled for breath.
     
     
Kytros put a hand on his shoulder. "Are you all right? Did they harm you?"
     
     
Lomax shook his head. "Fm getting a little too old to be playing that kind of game, that's all."
     
     
"Aren't we all, Mr. Lomax?" Kytros said. "My office is just around the corner. I'd be pleased if you would accompany me there."
     
     
As they walked along, Yanni tugged at Lomax's hand anxiously. "I got the sergeant for you, Mr. Lomax. Did I do right?"
     
     
Lomax smiled. "You saved my life, son. That's all."
     
     
Yanni frowned. "They say you're a bad man, Mr. Lomax."
     
     
"What do you think?" Lomax said.
     
     
The boy smiled suddenly. "You don't look like a bad man to me."
     
     
'Then we're still friends?"
     
     
"Sure we are."
     
     
They paused outside the police station and Lomax patted him on the head. "I'm going to be busy for a while, Yanni. You go back to the hotel and wait for me."
     
     
Yanni turned reluctantly and Lomax added, "It's all right. Sergeant Kytros isn't going to put me hi prison."
     
     
The boy whistled to his dog and ran away along the waterfront and Lomax followed Kytros up the stone steps.
     
     
The sergeant led the way into an office furnished with a desk, several wooden chairs and a startlingly new green filing cabinet,
     
     
"The boy seems to have taken quite a fancy to you." He took oS his cap and sat behind the desk. "It's a pity you won't be around longer. He could do with an improving influence."
     
     
Lomax pulled a chair forward and sat down. "So I'm definitely leaving, am I?"
     
     
Kytros spread his hands. "Mr. Lomax, be sensible. That could have been a nasty business back there at The Little Ship and I can't guarantee that it won't happen again. Alexias Pavlo is an important man on Kyros." "Does that make him God?"
     
     
Kytros shook his head. "He doesn't need to be God to arrange for someone to slip a knife under your ribs one dark night."
     
     
"The Alexias Pavlo I knew seventeen years ago did his own killing," Lomax said.
     
     
Kytros ignored the remark. "Could I see your papers?" Lomax produced them from an inside pocket and the sergeant examined them quickly. "What is the purpose of your visit to the island?"
     
     
Lomax shrugged. "I was here during the war. I thought I'd like to see the place again."
     
     
"But why Kyros, Mr. Lomax? The war must have taken you to many places."
     
     
"It happened to be the first port of call on the way from Athens," Lomax said. "It was as simple as that, I also intended to look up old friends in Crete and Rhodes. If I still have any, that is. After my reception here, I'm beginning to wonder."
     
     
"I see," Kytros passed the papers back. "These seem to be