The Greek Key

They were here,' Christina insisted. 'How did he die?'

'Painfully,' Nick whispered so Spyros shouldn't hear. 'His wrist was broken, then his arm. The shock could have killed him…'

'You see!' Christina protested to Newman. 'Sarantis worked up on that platform where we were. They wanted to extract information from him, the brutes…'

'We don't know who 'they' were,' Newman insisted. 'We don't even know there were two of them…'

'Yes we do,' she hissed. Nick nodded as she went on. 'Go in the kitchen. There are the remains of a quick meal – two plates on the table, two dirty knives, two pieces of half-eaten cheese and two hunks of bread. Two wine glasses…'

Marler appeared, rifle held in both hands. 'I really think we should get away from this place.'

'My own thought,' Newman agreed. He looked at Spyros. 'When I first arrived at the back door I heard a car disappearing towards the port. What time is the next ferry?'

Spyros checked his watch. 'An extra one left about one half hour ago. Today there are a lot of trucks bringing supplies to Siros. You can catch the last ferry for Athens if you leave now. About one half hour for you to drive to the ferry. Then about one quarter of an hour before it leaves.'

Time for a quick snack at a taverna on the waterfront,' Marler said firmly. 'I'm famished.'

'We inform the police?' asked Christina.

'Not from Siros,' Newman replied. 'We get caught up in this and it could take days, even weeks. We might even be suspected. I don't want to move Sarantis – but we haven't seen the condition of the back of his skull. He could have been hit over the head.' He looked at Spyros. 'Do you think you could keep quiet until the police arrive on their own? Even then, you'd be better to stay out of the whole tragedy. For your own sake.'

'I prefer to mourn in silence…'

'Then we'll drop you off at your house. I don't think you'll be bothered. Only that priest knows we were on Siros. I doubt if the police will go all the way up to Mount Ida. Let's move…'

'And the police?' Christina persisted.

'I'll make an anonymous call to headquarters from Athens,' Newman replied vaguely. 'We have things to talk about – you and I – when we get back to the city.'

19

Room 318 at the Athens Hilton had a spectacular view from the balcony across the city. In the distance the Parthenon perched on the summit of the Acropolis was silhouetted against a clear evening sky. Her arms folded, Christina stood on the balcony alongside Newman.

'It is very beautiful,' she said, 'especially when you think of man's age-long struggle to become civilized. Two steps forward, one step backward. You know they're going to come looking for me,' she added quietly. 'My horrible family. Petros will see to that.'

'Which is why I brought you here instead of the Grande Bretagne. And you registered under an assumed name.'

They will still track me down. They will tour the hotels. A few drachmae will change hands. They have photos they can show a bellboy, a reception clerk.'

'When you arrived dressed so differently? Wearing those huge dark glasses and your hair concealed under a scarf.'

'Maybe you're right. Bob. I wish I could feel as carefree as those people by the pool.'

She looked down to where guests sprawled round the large swimming pool, (he water a deep turquoise in the sunlight. Even with the air-conditioning going full blast the large double room behind them was heavy with heat. Newman watched her while she gazed at the pool.

On their return to Piraeus aboard the ferry, Nick had driven them to Kolonaki, the Mayfair and Park Avenue of Athens rolled into one. He had left Newman and Christina there while he took Marler back to the Grande Bretagne. Christina had bought herself several new outfits and nightwear because all her clothes were at Petros' farm. Newman had paid with traveller's cheques and she'd made him promise to accept payment from her.

'I can go to the bank in the morning,' she had insisted. 'My mother left me all the money left her by her relative. There was quite a large sum even after paying for my education…'

Newman had braced himself for an ordeal. A woman buying clothes would take forever. He found he was wrong. Christina was decisive, could look quickly at a dozen outfits in her size, pick out one immediately, try it on in minutes, then buy it. They came closer together during the shopping expedition. Newman was always consulted as to whether he liked what she'd chosen. Twice he shook his head and she looked for something else.

Now she was kitted out with one evening dress and an adequate wardrobe for daytime. When she changed out of her jump suit she gave it to him, he rolled it up, took it outside the hotel and rammed it inside a litter bin. They would be looking for her dressed in that.

'Are we having dinner together?' she asked as they stood on the balcony. 'Or is that too forward of me?'

'The nicest possible way to put it. I've been hoping you would join me. We'll try the Ta Nissia here.'

'Super!' Her eyes glowed. 'Now, you've appointed yourself my bodyguard. Can you read a magazine or something while I take a bath?'

'Take your time…'

He was sitting by the large picture window spanning the end of the room when someone tapped on the door. He walked rapidly and quietly to the door. Leaving it on the chain, he opened it and Marler waved a hand through the gap.

'Embarrassing moment?' he drawled. 'I can come back. Give you another hour with her?'

'Shut up and come in. She's taking a bath before we have dinner downstairs.'

The balcony,' Marler said tersely.

He waited until they were outside, then slid the door closed and lit a cigarette. 'No sign of the enemy at the Grande Bretagne yet. And,' he forestalled Newman, 'I wasn't followed. Do you realize you may be walking into a lethal trap?'

'What the hell does that mean?'

'Strikes me you're getting pretty cosy with Christina. That's OK as far as I'm concerned…'

'Oh, how very kind,' Newman interrupted ironically. 'Nice to have the Marler Good Housekeeping seal of approval…'

'Let me finish. It could be a set-up – organized by Petros to lure you into a trap. All this stuff she's been handing out about hating them, that they'll come after her. Has she had a chance to use a phone since you left us?'

'As a matter of fact, no.' Newman held up a hand. 'And before you waste any more breath, did you really think the idea hadn't occurred to me? If it is a trap I'll be walking into it with my eyes wide open – to see where it leads. Tweed has used the tactic very successfully himself in the past.'

'Pardon me for being alive.' Marler gazed down at the illuminated swimming pool. 'Plenty of talent down there. Look at that brown beauty sprawled on the grass. And, while we're on the subject. I did as you suggested. Called in at the British Embassy and contacted Patterson. Bit of a drip, but after seeing my identification he let me call Tweed on scrambler. You have to call him back when you can. Sometime tonight. Remember we are two hours ahead of London.'

'That means my going to the Embassy…'

'It's on Sofias Avenue – a ten-minute walk along it from here.'

'I know that, too. The point is Christina must be guarded during my absence. You're elected.'

'We need to fix a time, then. There's a large hall outside this room with armchairs. I can sit there – but I need to know when to be here.'

'Be downstairs by the bank of lifts at ten forty-five. When you see me leave you come straight up…'

'Ten forty-five? My, we are looking forward to an athletic evening.'

Newman punched him hard on the arm. 'Just piss off, Marler- and before you go, you told Tweed about our trip to Siros?'

'Of course. He said it was as he'd thought before I called – that the solution to Masterson's death lies out here in Greece.' Marler held up a warning finger. 'Don't forget, the last Englishman who got pally with the glamorous Christina was Harry Masterson. And he ended up as a pancake at the foot of Cape Sounion.'