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"
She
gave
a
dubious
sort
of
nod
.
"
Well
your
sister
’
s
been
abducted
.
Hasn
’
t
she
?
"
She
wouldn
’
t
meet
my
eyes
.
I
was
smiling
.
I
began
to
feel
certain
that
Julie
was
safe
;
and
perhaps
not
very
far
away
.
"
I
was
thinking
of
the
telegram
.
"
There
was
a
silence
.
I
could
smell
the
rain
;
then
thunder
,
closer
.
"
Would
you
come
back
with
me
?
I
’
m
in
the
hotel
.
I
’
m
so
frightened
.
On
my
own
.
"
I
gave
her
averted
face
a
long
salt
look
again
;
then
grinned
.
I
knew
now
that
she
had
been
sent
to
fetch
me
.
"
Let
’
s
go
round
the
rear
of
the
school
.
Come
on
.
While
the
going
’
s
good
.
"
I
took
her
hand
and
led
her
silently
and
quickly
up
the
cypress
alley
to
the
chapel
.
Beyond
it
a
path
climbed
up
into
the
trees
,
and
a
minute
or
two
later
we
came
on
a
transverse
path
that
led
round
hack
to
the
village
.
Now
we
were
higher
we
could
see
the
lightning
,
great
skittering
sheets
of
it
,
ominously
pink
,
over
the
sea
to
the
east
.
Islands
ten
or
fifteen
miles
away
stood
palely
out
,
then
vanished
.
There
were
green
wafts
of
wet
air
.
We
walked
rapidly
,
in
silence
,
though
I
took
her
arm
once
or
twice
to
help
her
over
the
steeper
slopes
.
Below
us
,
over
the
massive
trunk
of
the
school
,
I
could
see
the
pale
light
outside
Barba
Vassili
’
s
lodge
.
There
were
one
or
two
lighted
windows
in
the
masters
’
wing
.
Mine
was
out
.
Lightning
sheeted
closer
,
making
the
landscape
,
sleeping
school
,
olive
groves
,
cottages
,
chapels
,
sea
,
stems
,
branches
,
flash
luridly
into
presence
.
I
looked
at
my
watch
.
It
was
just
midnight
,
and
I
felt
full
of
a
sort
of
joy
,
an
amused
excitement
,
the
intoxication
of
danger
,
deceit
,
the
unknown
,
the
girl
beside
me
.
We
came
to
a
path
that
led
down
between
cottages
,
and
made
our
way
through
the
back
alleys
of
the
village
.
A
few
isolated
drops
of
rain
began
to
fall
.
Somewhere
a
shutter
slammed
;
a
man
standing
in
a
lit
doorway
wished
us
good
night
.
At
last
we
came
to
the
narrow
high
-
walled
lane
that
led
behind
the
hotel
,
and
through
a
gateway
into
the
back
yard
.
A
light
came
from
the
rear
door
,
which
was
half
-
glazed
.
I
made
June
wait
beside
it
while
I
looked
in
across
the
stone
tiles
to
the
front
part
of
the
lobby
.
A
few
scattered
chairs
and
a
sofa
;
the
double
glass
doors
of
the
main
entrance
.
In
one
of
the
armchairs
by
the
reception
desk
sat
a
man
in
a
white
shirt
.
The
clerk
.
He
was
slumped
,
evidently
asleep
.
I
tried
the
half
-
glazed
door
.
It
was
open
.
I
turned
to
her
against
the
wall
,
and
whispered
.
"
You
’
ll
be
all
right
now
.
I
’
ll
see
you
in
the
morning
.
"
"
You
must
come
in
.
"
Her
face
looked
startled
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
I
’
d
better
.
"
"
Nicholas
.
Please
.
You
must
.
"
For
the
first
time
her
voice
sounded
genuinely
alarmed
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
compromise
you
.
"
She
didn
’
t
say
anything
,
but
she
began
to
smile
like
a
girl
who
recognizes
that
she
is
being
teased
,
and
deserves
it
;
and
makes
churlishness
very
difficult
.
"
I
’
ve
got
the
key
.
"
She
produced
it
from
her
skirt
pocket
;
it
had
a
brass
tag
with
13
stamped
out
.
"
Appropriate
number
.
"
"
Please
.
"
She
bent
,
slipped
off
her
shoes
,
then
took
the
initiative
and
my
hand
.
We
tiptoed
into
the
hotel
lobby
,
halfway
down
which
the
stairs
led
off
to
the
left
.
The
man
in
the
white
shirt
was
snoring
slightly
.
A
clock
was
ticking
.
Rapid
rain
began
to
drum
on
the
tatty
blue
and
white
marquise
outside
.
Like
ghosts
we
padded
up
the
stone
staircase
,
around
a
half
-
landing
,
and
then
we
were
out
of
sight
.
She
led
me
along
a
corridor
on
the
first
floor
;
stopped
outside
the
end
back
room
.
I
took
the
key
and
fitted
it
in
the
lock
.
I
didn
’
t
know
what
to
expect
;
but
I
was
as
tense
as
a
thief
.
The
door
gave
.
I
let
June
go
first
.
She
fficked
on
the
light
,
and
we
both
stood
in
the
doorway
.
It
was
a
large
square
room
.
There
was
a
double
bed
with
a
pink
bedspread
,
a
table
with
a
green
cloth
,
two
wooden
chairs
and
an
armchair
,
a
cupboard
,
two
or
three
skimpy
carpets
.
Pale
gray
walls
in
need
of
painting
,
a
photo
of
King
Paul
,
an
oleograph
ikon
over
the
bed
.
Another
door
led
into
a
bathroom
.
I
closed
the
door
and
relocked
it
.
Then
I
went
and
looked
in
the
bathroom
.
A
huge
bath
,
nowhere
to
hide
.
I
opened
the
wardrobe
.
A
dress
,
a
pair
of
girl
’
s
slacks
on
a
hanger
,
a
black
cotton
dressing
gown
.
Under
the
bed
:
a
dusty
chamber
pot
.
There
was
no
trap
.
June
had
been
watching
and
smiling
.
She
twisted
off
the
headscarf
and
the
cardigan
and
threw
them
on
the
end
of
the
bed
;
stood
in
a
dark
blue
skirt
and
a
black
sleeveless
shirt
.
"
What
now
?
"
"
I
’
d
love
a
cigarette
.
"
I
gave
her
one
and
lit
it
,
and
then
she
went
to
the
mirror
door
of
the
wardrobe
,
unpinned
her
hair
,
shaking
it
out
,
slim
-
backed
,
barearmed
.
I
went
behind
her
and
watched
her
face
in
the
mirror
.
Gray
-
amethyst
eyes
.
She
had
a
little
smile
.
I
said
,
"
Your
cue
.
"
"
Is
it
?
"
She
turned
then
,
the
smile
widening
;
and
much
too
mischievous
to
be
consonant
with
an
abducted
sister
.
"
What
’
s
so
funny
?
"
"
I
was
just
thinking
of
the
first
time
we
met
.
"
The
invitation
was
so
absurd
that
I
laughed
.
"
Seriously
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
anything
’
s
very
serious
with
you
.
"
I
went
and
stood
by
the
window
,
the
now
torrential
rain
.
"
Where
is
she
,
June
?
"
She
walked
to
the
wardrobe
and
took
out
a
cotton
dressing
gown
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
Really
.
"
"
Come
on
.
"
But
she
went
into
the
bathroom
.
Thunder
crashed
.
She
left
the
door
ajar
,
and
a
few
moments
later
she
came
back
with
the
dressing
gown
on
,
and
hung
the
skirt
and
shirt
she
had
been
wearing
up
in
the
wardrobe
.
Rain
came
in
a
great
squall
of
wind
;
gusts
of
coolness
through
the
shutters
.
Suddenly
she
switched
the
light
off
,
so
that
there
was
only
the
light
from
the
open
bathroom
door
.
She
came
across
the
room
to
where
I
was
standing
.
It
was
a
short
dressing
gown
;
a
deep
neckline
.
She
sat
on
the
arm
of
the
armchair
beside
me
.
"
My
sister
’
s
with
Maurice
,
Nicholas
.
I
really
don
’
t
know
where
.
I
expect
on
his
yacht
.
"
She
paused
,
then
added
,
"
She
’
s
completely
under
his
influence
.
"
"
Rubbish
.
"
She
looked
up
at
me
.
"
Didn
’
t
you
realize
?
"
Lightning
flickered
through
the
shutters
.
She
jumped
,
too
obviously
.
I
counted
three
;
then
thunder
boomed
.
"
I
see
.
And
you
’
ve
come
to
console
me
?
"
The
rain
pelted
outside
.
Somewhere
down
the
corridor
a
key
went
into
a
lock
,
a
door
opened
and
closed
.
Then
a
secondary
clap
of
thunder
.
June
stood
up
and
came
very
close
beside
me
.
She
had
put
on
scent
in
the
bathroom
.
I
put
my
cigarette
in
my
mouth
and
left
it
there
.
"
Why
not
?
"
I
leant
back
against
the
sill
.
She
was
tracing
patterns
on
it
;
as
she
had
on
the
back
of
the
seat
by
the
Poseidon
statue
.
"
Come
on
.
Where
is
she
?
"
"
Oh
,
how
I
hate
thunder
.
"
But
I
knew
she
didn
’
t
mind
it
at
all
.
She
waited
,
staring
down
through
the
shutters
,
in
profile
.
She
murmured
,
"
I
’
m
cold
.
"
I
crossed
the
room
to
the
light
,
which
I
switched
on
;
then
leant
against
the
door
.
"
Why
don
’
t
you
just
take
all
your
clothes
off
and
hop
into
bed
?
"
"
I
’
m
shy
.
"
"
I
never
noticed
that
before
.
"
"
But
I
will
if
you
like
.
"
"
I
do
like
.
"
"
I
’
ll
just
finish
my
cigarette
.
"
"
Please
.
"
There
was
a
silence
.
She
clasped
one
elbow
,
and
moved
nervously
round
a
little
,
the
shortening
cigarette
cocked
in
the
air
.
She
sat
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
.
Thunder
pealed
again
,
overhead
,
and
she
shivered
.
Silence
;
the
drumming
rain
.
"
I
think
it
’
s
much
more
exciting
when
one
doesn
’
t
really
know
the
other
person
,
don
’
t
you
?
"
"
I
’
m
sure
you
speak
from
a
wealth
of
experience
.
"
"
Do
I
look
so
innocent
?
"
For
a
moment
her
sideways
look
up
at
me
seemed
sincere
;
and
innocent
.
I
shook
my
head
.
"
Completely
worldworn
.
"
"
Some
appearances
are
deceptive
.
"
I
said
,
"
Cigarette
ends
don
’
t
lie
.
"
It
was
getting
very
short
.
"
Oh
.
Yes
.
I
forgot
.
"
She
took
a
last
puff
,
then
stubbed
it
out
on
the
abalone
shell
beside
the
bed
.
She
stood
,
and
touched
the
ends
of
the
belt
of
her
dressing
gown
.
"
Would
you
mind
turning
the
light
off
?
"
"
I
see
you
better
with
it
on
.
"
She
looked
down
"
It
seems
so
coldblooded
.
"
"
Poker
is
a
coldblooded
game
.
"
"
Poker
?
"
Thunder
interrupted
us
again
.
"
I
thought
that
was
what
we
were
playing
.
"
She
fiddled
with
the
ends
of
her
belt
.
"
At
least
you
could
kiss
me
.
"
"
I
shall
.
Later
.
"
Silence
;
she
took
a
breath
.
I
thought
for
one
moment
…
but
she
gave
me
a
quick
look
and
said
,
"
I
’
m
afraid
I
must
go
along
to
the
loo
first
.
"
I
immediately
unlocked
the
door
and
opened
it
.
She
checked
for
a
moment
as
she
passed
me
;
an
oblique
look
.
"
I
shan
’
t
be
a
moment
.
"
I
grinned
,
to
tell
her
I
could
see
the
trick
a
mile
off
,
but
she
had
gone
.
I
took
the
key
out
of
the
lock
and
went
back
to
the
window
.
There
was
the
strange
smell
in
summer
Greece
of
wet
stone
,
almost
a
London
smell
.
Steady
rain
;
I
imagined
it
running
down
the
walls
of
hundreds
of
thirsty
cisterns
.
The
excited
eels
.
A
minute
passed
.
There
was
a
sound
.
I
flicked
a
look
round
,
and
although
I
allowed
myself
only
a
glimpse
of
the
girl
in
the
black
dressing
gown
in
the
doorway
,
I
knew
I
had
been
right
from
the
beginning
.
The
door
was
closed
,
the
light
turned
off
.
I
kept
my
back
turned
;
almost
silent
footsteps
behind
me
,
and
then
two
cool
hands
reached
round
and
touched
my
cheeks
,
my
eyes
,
ran
down
to
my
mouth
.
The
hands
caressed
my
cheeks
again
;
then
my
ears
;
playfully
pulled
them
,
as
June
might
have
pulled
them
.
I
thought
of
various
clever
things
to
say
;
of
pretending
that
I
did
not
know
.
But
in
the
end
I
just
said
,
"
Julie
.
"
The
hands
stopped
;
there
was
a
little
silence
.
"
She
said
you
’
d
guessed
.
"
I
turned
and
she
was
smiling
at
me
;
the
Leonardo
smile
;
dressed
exactly
as
June
had
been
,
her
hair
down
.
I
put
a
quiet
offence
into
my
voice
.
"
Why
?
"
"
Just
a
little
last
surprise
.
"
"
Or
a
test
?
"
She
bowed
her
head
in
a
not
altogether
mock
shame
;
and
then
I
kissed
her
.
A
long
minute
,
the
receding
thunder
,
the
mild
rain
;
silence
and
her
warm
mouth
,
the
feel
of
her
body
through
the
thin
cotton
.
I
had
and
held
her
.
There
was
a
discreet
knock
.
"
It
’
s
June
.
"
She
went
to
the
door
,
switching
on
the
light
.
June
stood
there
holding
a
tray
with
a
bottle
of
Greek
cognac
on
it
and
three
glasses
.
She
had
put
on
another
identical
black
shirt
and
blue
skirt
—
her
sister
’
s
.
Julie
said
reproachfully
,
"
He
knew
at
once
.
"
June
pulled
a
face
at
me
as
she
came
in
,
as
if
I
was
to
blame
.
"
You
could
have
pretended
,
Nicholas
.
I
think
you
’
re
a
cad
.
"
"
I
’
m
past
pretending
.
And
could
I
be
told
what
’
s
happened
?
"
But
Julie
came
and
took
my
arm
.
"
It
was
a
shame
.
It
was
her
idea
.
"
June
poured
me
a
full
glass
of
koniak
;
fingers
for
herself
and
her
sister
.
She
handed
me
mine
,
then
sat
on
the
bed
,
where
Julie
joined
her
.
"
Weren
’
t
those
men
fantastic
?
"
She
turned
to
Julie
.
"
I
told
him
I
was
being
followed
.
And
suddenly
three
sinister
men
appeared
.
"
"
They
weren
’
t
sinister
.
They
were
just
out
for
the
air
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
’
ve
no
imagination
.
"
We
raised
glasses
,
clinked
them
.
I
said
,
"
What
exactly
are
we
celebrating
?
"
They
glanced
at
each
other
,
grinned
.
Julie
smiled
up
at
me
.
"
Can
’
t
you
guess
?
"
June
said
,
"
Look
,
we
have
come
through
.
"
They
sat
on
the
bed
like
a
pair
of
sphinxes
,
enjoying
their
secret
,
their
silence
,
and
my
impatience
.
Julie
finally
had
mercy
.
"
It
was
Maurice
.
"
"
Everything
?
"
"
He
couldn
’
t
resist
a
last
joke
.
On
both
of
us
.
"
"
But
that
business
on
Sunday
…
did
they
hurt
you
?
"
She
clasped
her
heart
.
"
Oh
,
the
shock
.
When
I
saw
those
men
.
How
long
did
they
make
you
stay
down
there
?
"
I
told
her
.
"
There
were
four
of
them
.
Germans
.
But
they
were
all
right
,
they
didn
’
t
hurt
me
.
There
was
a
caïque
waiting
.
"
"
And
Maurice
?
"
"
He
was
in
Athens
when
we
got
there
.
With
June
.
We
’
ve
spent
the
last
two
days
with
him
.
"
"
And
we
’
ve
agreed
to
help
him
next
year
,
"
said
her
sister
.
"
And
I
said
you
would
help
,
too
.
I
’
d
convince
you
.
"
"
Did
you
indeed
?
"
"
I
will
.
"
She
smiled
.
"
And
where
’
s
Maurice
now
?
"
"
He
’
s
really
gone
.
To
America
.
It
’
s
all
over
.
"
June
said
,
"
Tonight
was
just
us
.
Being
naughty
.
"
She
finished
her
drink
and
stood
up
.
"
Well
…
"
I
watched
her
put
on
her
cardigan
,
the
headscarf
.
"
But
has
he
told
you
…
everything
?
"
They
both
nodded
,
smiled
at
each
other
.
"
Come
on
.
Stop
playing
sphinxes
.
"
June
said
,
"
It
’
s
not
what
we
thought
at
all
.
"
"
Not
a
masque
?
"
Julie
shook
her
head
.
"
Then
what
?
"
"
Ah
.
"
"
That
is
the
question
.
"
They
laughed
at
my
expression
.
Julie
said
,
"
We
’
ve
got
all
tomorrow
.
A
whole
summer
of
tomorrows
.
"
She
stood
up
.
"
It
’
s
stopped
raining
,
hasn
’
t
it
?
Maurice
has
lent
us
the
house
.
"
Her
sister
turned
from
the
mirror
and
looked
slyly
at
me
.
"
I
’
ll
stay
if
you
like
.
But
Hermes
is
waiting
to
see
me
home
.
I
hope
.
"
Julie
said
,
"
Yes
,
he
’
s
downstairs
.
"
June
went
to
the
tray
and
took
up
the
bottle
and
filled
my
glass
,
then
looked
at
Julie
;
bit
her
lips
at
me
.
She
said
softly
,
"
A
demain
.
"
Then
the
door
was
closing
behind
her
.
Julie
faced
me
.
"
Do
you
know
what
I
’
m
going
to
do
?
Have
a
bath
.
"
She
smiled
.
"
We
really
did
come
overland
.
To
surprise
you
.
And
it
was
so
hot
and
dusty
.
"
She
came
up
to
me
and
took
my
coat
by
the
lapels
;
gave
me
a
tenderly
grave
look
.
"
Julie
.
"
"
Aren
’
t
we
clever
?
"
"
No
more
cleverness
.
"
She
must
have
heard
the
implicit
question
,
because
she
answered
,
and
promised
,
"
Tomorrow
.
"
A
moment
.
She
murmured
,
"
Shall
we
lock
the
door
?
"
I
swallowed
the
brandy
in
two
big
gulps
,
then
locked
the
door
while
she
went
and
turned
on
the
bath
.
She
came
back
in
the
bathroom
door
so
that
we
stood
facing
each
other
across
the
stone
floor
.
Thunder
rumbled
;
but
the
storm
was
past
and
now
was
freshness
,
reward
,
fertility
.
I
reached
back
without
taking
my
eyes
from
her
,
and
switched
off
the
light
.
She
stood
for
a
moment
silhouetted
,
the
crown
of
long
hair
,
then
she
too
reached
and
switched
off
the
bathroom
light
.
A
faint
gray
light
came
through
the
shutters
.
We
moved
towards
each
other
.
She
let
me
kiss
her
,
her
mouth
,
her
neck
,
her
shoulders
.
I
could
feel
the
brandy
working
in
me
,
but
she
seemed
to
be
passive
,
overwhelmed
.
I
reached
for
her
belt
,
unknotted
it
,
pushed
the
dressing
gown
back
from
her
shoulders
,
down
the
arms
till
it
fell
to
the
floor
.
She
let
me
take
off
her
underclothes
and
stood
while
I
ripped
off
my
own
coat
and
shirt
;
a
slim
white
shape
,
Botticelli
’
s
Primavera
,
trembling
a
little
as
I
touched
her
.
I
took
her
to
the
bed
and
lay
beside
her
,
running
my
hands
over
her
breasts
,
her
stomach
,
her
waist
curve
,
her
soft
legs
,
the
silky
nakedness
of
her
on
the
coarse
bedspread
;
not
the
worst
of
substitutes
for
pine
needles
.
All
I
could
think
was
that
at
last
I
had
her
,
I
had
come
through
,
she
was
by
some
miracle
,
some
triumph
of
an
outside
chance
,
mine
and
my
revenge
on
the
human
condition
and
my
own
destiny
.
Another
bracelet
of
bright
hair
about
the
bone
.
I
lay
on
top
of
her
,
mastering
her
,
pretending
to
possess
her
.
All
the
time
her
eyes
were
shut
,
but
she
became
less
passive
,
began
to
caress
the
nape
of
my
neck
,
my
bare
back
.
There
was
a
scalding
gush
from
the
bathroom
.
She
whispered
.
"
It
’
ll
run
over
.
"
"
Let
it
.
"
"
I
’
m
so
tense
.
"
I
got
off
the
bed
and
she
sat
on
the
side
while
I
knelt
beside
her
and
kissed
her
.
The
darkness
paled
and
I
could
see
her
better
,
the
prettiness
and
smallness
of
her
,
the
shyness
and
determination
not
to
be
shy
,
the
rendering
of
a
body
.
I
thought
,
she
’
s
never
really
known
a
normal
man
,
it
’
s
almost
as
if
she
was
a
virgin
;
as
exciting
.
She
pushed
me
gently
away
and
went
into
the
bathroom
.
I
got
out
of
my
remaining
clothes
and
followed
her
.
