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"
"
A
cable
!
"
"
Surprised
me
too
.
I
think
he
’
d
forgotten
about
it
.
You
…
you
know
him
pretty
well
?
"
"
Oh
I
…
met
him
a
few
times
.
I
was
actually
never
terribly
clear
about
his
position
on
the
school
committee
.
"
"
What
he
told
me
,
no
official
position
.
Just
helping
out
.
Jesus
,
his
English
is
marvelous
though
.
"
"
Isn
’
t
it
?
"
We
sized
each
other
up
.
He
had
a
relaxed
way
about
him
that
seemed
inculcated
by
education
,
by
reading
some
book
on
How
To
Be
At
Ease
With
Strangers
,
rather
than
by
any
intuitive
gift
.
Nothing
,
one
felt
,
had
ever
gone
wrong
in
his
life
;
but
he
had
a
sort
of
freshness
,
an
enthusiasm
,
an
energy
that
couldn
’
t
be
totally
canceled
by
envy
.
Let
him
have
his
fall
;
but
he
made
you
hope
to
see
him
rise
again
.
I
analyzed
the
situation
.
The
natural
coincidence
of
his
appearing
and
my
call
to
Much
Hadham
was
so
improbable
that
it
was
almost
an
argument
in
favor
of
his
innocence
.
It
might
be
simply
Conchis
’
s
sense
of
humor
at
work
;
to
make
me
doubt
unnecessarily
;
or
to
make
it
so
obvious
I
should
doubt
that
I
wouldn
’
t
.
On
the
other
hand
Mrs
.
de
Seitas
must
have
deduced
from
my
telephone
call
that
I
was
undergoing
a
change
of
heart
;
and
this
was
nicely
timed
to
test
my
reliability
,
my
preparedness
to
keep
my
mouth
shut
.
Yet
telling
me
about
the
cable
made
him
sound
genuinely
innocent
;
and
though
I
had
understood
that
the
"
subject
"
had
to
be
a
matter
of
hazard
,
perhaps
there
was
some
reason
,
some
unknown
result
of
that
summer
,
that
had
made
Conchis
decide
to
choose
his
next
guinea
pig
.
Faced
with
the
guileless
,
earnest
Briggs
I
felt
a
little
of
what
Mitford
must
have
felt
with
me
:
a
malicious
amusement
,
bedeviled
in
my
case
by
a
European
delight
in
seeing
brash
America
being
taken
for
a
ride
;
and
beyond
that
a
kinder
wish
,
which
I
would
never
have
admitted
to
Conchis
or
Lily
de
Seitas
,
not
to
spoil
his
experience
.
Of
course
they
must
have
known
(
if
Briggs
was
genuine
)
that
I
might
tell
him
everything
;
and
they
would
have
some
way
of
meeting
the
problem
that
would
have
caused
—
would
make
me
out
to
be
the
"
plant
,
"
the
liar
.
Perhaps
they
even
wanted
me
to
tell
him
;
but
I
did
not
think
so
.
And
once
again
I
was
standing
with
the
cat
in
my
hand
,
unable
to
bring
it
down
.
Briggs
had
pulled
out
a
pad
from
the
briefcase
he
had
with
him
.
"
May
I
ask
questions
?
I
’
ve
got
quite
a
list
.
"
And
again
:
the
coincidence
.
He
was
doing
exactly
what
I
had
done
only
a
few
days
before
,
at
Dinsford
House
.
His
eager
,
deceitless
face
smiled
up
at
me
.
I
smiled
back
.
"
Shoot
.
"
He
was
terrifyingly
methodical
.
Teaching
methods
,
textbooks
,
clothes
,
climate
,
sports
facilities
,
medicines
to
take
,
food
,
the
size
of
the
library
,
what
to
see
in
Greece
,
character
sketches
of
the
other
masters
—
he
wanted
information
about
every
conceivable
aspect
of
life
on
Phraxos
.
Finally
he
looked
up
from
his
pad
and
the
notes
he
had
copiously
penciled
and
took
up
the
beer
I
had
poured
him
.
"
Thanks
a
million
.
This
is
wonderful
.
Covers
everything
.
"
"
Except
the
actual
business
of
living
there
.
"
He
nodded
.
"
Mr
.
Conchis
warned
me
.
"
"
You
speak
Greek
?
"
"
Little
Latin
,
less
Greek
.
"
"
You
’
ll
pick
it
up
.
"
"
I
’
m
taking
lessons
already
.
"
"
And
no
women
.
"
He
nodded
.
"
Tough
.
But
I
’
m
engaged
,
so
anyway
.
"
He
produced
a
wallet
and
handed
me
a
photo
.
A
prettyish
black
-
haired
girl
smiled
rather
intensely
out
at
me
.
She
had
too
small
a
mouth
;
I
thought
I
detected
the
ghostly
beginnings
of
the
mask
of
the
bitchgoddess
Ambition
.
"
Nice
girl
.
"
I
handed
it
back
.
"
Looks
English
.
"
"
She
is
English
.
Well
,
Welsh
,
actually
.
She
’
s
studying
drama
right
here
in
London
.
"
"
Really
.
"
"
I
thought
maybe
she
could
come
out
to
Phraxos
next
summer
.
If
I
haven
’
t
got
the
sack
by
then
.
"
"
Did
you
…
mention
it
to
Mr
.
Conchis
?
"
"
I
did
.
And
he
was
really
nice
about
it
.
Even
said
she
might
be
able
to
stay
in
his
house
.
"
"
I
wonder
which
one
.
He
has
two
,
you
know
.
"
"
I
think
he
said
in
the
village
.
"
He
grinned
.
"
Matter
of
fact
he
said
he
’
d
make
me
pay
for
her
room
.
"
"
Oh
?
"
"
Wants
me
to
help
him
on
this
…
"
he
made
a
kind
of
you
-
know
gesture
.
"
On
this
?
"
"
Didn
’
t
you
…
"
but
he
obviously
saw
from
my
face
that
whatever
it
was
,
I
didn
’
t
.
"
Well
,
maybe
…
"
Oh
good
lord
,
you
can
tell
me
.
"
He
hesitated
,
then
smiled
.
"
It
’
s
just
that
he
does
want
it
kept
secret
.
I
thought
you
might
have
heard
,
but
if
you
didn
’
t
meet
him
much
…
this
remarkable
find
on
his
estate
?
"
"
Find
?
"
"
You
know
the
house
?
It
’
s
some
place
on
the
other
side
of
the
island
.
"
"
I
know
where
it
is
.
"
"
Well
,
it
seems
part
of
a
cliff
fell
away
this
summer
and
they
’
ve
discovered
what
he
believes
to
be
the
foundations
of
a
Mycenean
palace
.
"
"
He
’
ll
never
keep
that
quiet
.
"
"
I
’
d
guess
not
.
But
he
thinks
he
can
for
a
while
.
Apparently
he
’
s
covered
it
up
with
loose
dirt
.
Then
this
spring
he
’
s
going
to
dig
.
But
naturally
right
now
he
doesn
’
t
want
everyone
visiting
all
over
.
"
"
Of
course
.
"
"
So
I
hope
I
won
’
t
be
too
bored
.
"
I
saw
Lily
dressed
as
the
snake
goddess
of
Knossos
;
as
Electra
;
as
Clytemnestra
;
Dr
.
Vanessa
Maxwell
,
the
brilliant
young
archaeologist
.
"
Doesn
’
t
sound
as
if
you
will
.
"
He
finished
his
beer
,
and
looked
at
his
watch
.
"
Jesus
,
I
’
ve
got
to
run
.
I
’
m
meeting
Amanda
at
six
.
"
He
shook
my
hand
.
"
You
don
’
t
know
how
much
this
has
meant
to
me
.
And
believe
me
,
I
’
ll
write
and
let
you
know
how
it
goes
.
"
"
Do
that
.
I
’
d
very
much
like
to
know
.
"
I
followed
him
down
the
stairs
and
watched
his
crewcut
head
.
I
began
to
understand
why
Conchis
had
picked
him
.
If
one
had
taken
a
million
young
college
-
educated
Americans
and
distilled
them
down
into
one
quintessential
exemplar
one
would
have
arrived
at
something
like
Briggs
.
I
did
not
like
to
think
of
the
omnipenetrating
Americans
reaching
to
so
private
a
European
core
.
But
I
remembered
his
name
;
much
more
English
than
my
own
.
And
there
was
already
Joe
;
the
prosecuting
Dr
.
Marcus
.
We
came
out
on
the
front
step
.
"
No
last
words
of
wisdom
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
so
.
Just
my
very
good
wishes
.
"
"
Well
…
"
We
shook
hands
again
.
"
You
’
ll
be
all
right
.
"
"
You
really
think
so
?
"
"
Of
course
you
’
ll
find
some
of
the
experiences
strange
.
"
"
Oh
sure
.
Don
’
t
think
I
’
m
not
going
with
a
wide
open
mind
.
And
prepared
for
everything
.
Thanks
to
you
"
I
gave
him
a
long
smile
;
I
wanted
him
to
remember
it
was
a
smile
that
had
gone
on
too
long
and
hadn
’
t
quite
fitted
in
with
the
situation
.
He
raised
his
hand
and
set
off
.
After
a
few
paces
he
looked
at
his
watch
,
and
began
to
run
;
and
in
my
heart
I
lit
a
candle
to
Leverrier
.
She
was
ten
minutes
late
;
came
quickly
through
the
turnstiles
,
a
polite
small
torment
of
apology
on
her
face
,
and
straight
to
where
I
had
been
standing
next
to
the
postcard
counter
.
"
Oh
dear
.
I
’
m
so
sorry
.
The
taxi
crawled
.
"
I
shook
her
outstretched
hand
.
For
a
woman
half
a
century
old
she
was
impressively
good
-
looking
;
and
she
was
dressed
with
an
easy
flair
that
made
most
of
the
dull
afternoon
visitors
to
the
Victoria
and
Albert
around
us
look
even
drabber
than
they
really
were
;
defiantly
bareheaded
,
and
in
a
pale
gray
-
white
Chanel
suit
that
set
off
her
tan
and
her
clear
eyes
.
"
It
’
s
a
mad
place
to
meet
.
Do
you
mind
?
"
"
Not
in
the
least
.
"
"
I
bought
an
eighteenth
-
century
plate
the
other
day
.
They
’
re
so
good
at
identifying
here
.
"
I
took
the
basket
she
was
carrying
.
"
It
won
’
t
take
a
moment
.
"
She
evidently
knew
the
museum
well
and
led
the
way
to
the
lifts
.
We
had
to
wait
.
She
smiled
at
me
;
the
family
smile
;
soliciting
,
I
suspected
,
what
I
was
still
not
prepared
to
give
.
Determined
to
tread
delicately
between
her
approval
and
my
own
dignity
,
I
had
a
dozen
things
ready
to
say
,
but
her
breathless
arrival
,
the
sudden
feeling
I
had
that
I
was
being
fitted
,
inconveniently
,
into
a
busy
day
,
made
them
all
seem
wrong
.
I
said
,
"
I
saw
John
Briggs
on
Tuesday
.
"
"
How
interesting
.
I
haven
’
t
met
him
.
"
We
might
have
been
talking
about
the
new
curate
.
The
lift
came
,
and
we
stepped
inside
.
"
I
told
him
everything
I
knew
.
All
about
Bourani
and
what
to
expect
.
"
"
We
thought
you
would
.
That
is
why
we
sent
him
to
you
.
"
We
were
both
smiling
faintly
;
a
cramped
silence
.
"
But
I
might
have
.
"
"
Yes
.
"
The
lift
stopped
.
We
emerged
into
a
gallery
of
furniture
.
"
Yes
.
You
might
.
"
-
"
Perhaps
he
was
just
a
test
.
"
"
A
test
wasn
’
t
necessary
.
"
"
You
’
re
very
sure
.
"
She
gave
me
that
same
wide
-
eyed
look
she
had
had
when
she
handed
me
the
copy
of
Nevinson
’
s
letter
.
At
the
end
of
the
gallery
we
came
to
a
door
:
Department
of
Ceramics
.
She
pressed
the
bell
beside
it
.
I
said
,
"
I
think
we
’
ve
got
off
on
the
wrong
foot
.
"
She
looked
down
.
"
Well
yes
.
Shall
we
try
again
in
a
minute
?
If
you
wouldn
’
t
mind
waiting
?
"
The
door
opened
and
she
was
let
inside
.
It
was
all
too
rushed
,
too
broken
,
she
gave
me
no
chance
,
though
her
last
quick
look
back
before
the
door
closed
seemed
apologetic
;
almost
as
if
she
was
afraid
I
might
run
away
.
Two
minutes
later
she
came
back
.
"
Any
luck
?
"
"
Yes
,
it
’
s
what
I
thought
it
was
.
Bow
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
trust
your
intuition
in
everything
then
.
"
She
gave
me
a
severe
look
,
and
then
lightly
took
my
arm
as
she
led
me
on
.
"
If
there
was
a
Department
of
Young
Men
I
should
certainly
take
you
to
it
.
I
would
like
to
have
you
identified
.
"
"
And
then
keep
me
labeled
on
a
shelf
?
"
"
I
might
give
you
as
a
present
to
someone
.
"
"
Am
I
yours
to
give
?
"
She
looked
through
the
windows
at
the
gallery
’
s
end
.
"
I
should
like
the
whole
world
.
I
could
give
it
to
something
so
much
better
than
what
possesses
it
now
.
"
A
wistful
smile
at
me
,
both
self
-
mocking
and
self
-
revealing
.
She
was
defining
possession
,
and
giving
.
Was
that
why
we
had
met
in
a
museum
?
Could
anyone
possess
anything
?
Tailboys
,
tables
,
Chippendale
mirrors
—
we
were
walking
in
a
world
of
objects
possessed
by
nothing
but
themselves
.
Giving
and
possessing
seemed
infinitely
superficial
and
transitory
;
the
decor
was
chosen
.
She
pressed
my
arm
after
a
long
moment
,
then
let
go
of
it
.
"
They
say
there
’
s
a
plate
like
mine
on
display
.
Just
through
here
.
"
We
went
into
a
long
deserted
gallery
of
china
.
Once
again
she
seemed
to
know
her
way
about
—
had
rehearsed
?
—
because
she
went
straight
to
one
of
the
walicases
.
She
took
the
plate
out
of
her
basket
and
held
it
up
,
walking
along
,
until
from
the
back
of
a
group
of
cups
and
jugs
an
almost
identical
blue
and
white
plate
was
staring
at
her
.
I
went
beside
her
.
"
That
’
s
it
.
"
She
compared
them
;
wrapped
her
own
loosely
in
its
tissue
paper
again
;
and
then
,
taking
me
completely
by
surprise
,
presented
it
.
"
It
’
s
for
you
.
"
"
But
—
"
"
Please
.
"
She
was
smiling
at
my
ginger
look
.
"
But
really
…
I
mean
…
"
"
I
bought
it
with
Alison
.
"
She
corrected
herself
.
"
Alison
was
with
me
when
I
bought
it
.
"
She
pushed
it
into
my
hands
.
I
unwrapped
it
.
In
the
middle
of
the
plate
there
was
a
naïvely
drawn
Chinaman
and
his
wife
;
two
children
between
them
.
A
remote
echo
;
peasants
traveling
steerage
,
the
swell
,
the
night
wind
.
"
Supposing
I
break
it
.
"
"
I
think
you
should
get
used
to
handling
fragile
objects
.
"
She
made
the
double
-
meaning
very
plain
.
I
looked
down
at
the
plate
again
,
the
small
inky
-
blue
figures
.
"
That
’
s
really
why
I
asked
to
meet
you
.
"
Our
eyes
met
;
she
gently
mocked
by
embarrassment
.
"
Shall
we
go
and
have
our
tea
?
"
"
Well
,
"
she
said
,
"
why
you
really
asked
to
meet
me
.
"
We
had
found
a
table
in
the
corner
.
"
Alison
.
"
The
waitress
brought
the
tea
things
.
Those
teas
at
Bourani
;
I
wonder
if
she
had
chosen
that
on
purpose
as
well
.
"
I
told
you
.
"
Her
eyes
rose
to
meet
mine
.
"
It
depends
on
her
.
"
"
And
on
you
.
"
"
No
.
Not
in
the
least
on
me
.
"
"
Is
she
in
London
?
"
"
I
have
promised
her
not
to
tell
you
where
she
is
.
"
"
Look
,
Mrs
.
Seitas
,
I
think
—
"
but
I
swallowed
what
I
was
going
to
say
.
I
watched
her
pour
the
tea
;
not
otherwise
helping
me
.
"
What
the
hell
does
she
want
?
What
am
I
supposed
to
do
?
"
"
Is
that
too
strong
?
"
I
shook
my
head
impatiently
at
the
cup
she
passed
.
Her
eyes
weighed
mine
.
She
seemed
to
decide
to
say
nothing
;
then
changed
her
mind
.
"
My
dear
,
I
never
take
anger
at
its
face
value
.
"
I
wanted
to
shrug
off
that
"
my
dear
"
as
I
had
wanted
to
shake
off
her
hands
the
week
before
;
but
she
placed
it
with
a
faultless
precision
of
tone
.
It
was
condescending
,
but
its
condescension
was
justified
,
a
statement
of
the
difference
between
our
two
experiences
of
life
;
and
there
was
something
discreetly
maternal
in
it
,
a
reminder
to
me
that
if
I
rebelled
against
her
judgment
,
I
rebelled
against
my
own
immaturity
;
if
against
her
urbanity
,
against
my
own
lack
of
it
.
I
looked
down
.
"
I
’
m
not
prepared
to
wait
much
longer
.
"
"
Then
she
will
be
well
rid
of
you
.
"
I
drank
some
of
the
tea
.
She
began
calmly
to
spread
honey
over
her
toast
.
I
said
,
"
My
name
is
Nicholas
.
"
Her
hands
were
arrested
,
her
eyes
probed
mine
.
I
went
on
,
"
Is
that
the
right
votive
offering
?
"
"
If
it
is
made
sincerely
.
"
"
As
sincerely
as
your
offer
of
help
was
the
other
day
.
"
She
went
on
with
her
toast
.
"
Did
you
go
to
Somerset
House
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
She
put
down
her
knife
.
"
Wait
as
long
as
Alison
makes
you
wait
.
I
do
not
think
it
will
be
very
long
.
But
I
can
’
t
do
anything
to
bring
her
to
you
.
Now
it
is
simply
between
you
and
her
.
I
hope
,
I
hope
very
much
that
she
will
forgive
you
.
But
I
shouldn
’
t
be
too
sure
that
she
will
.
You
still
have
to
gain
her
back
.
"
"
There
’
s
gaining
back
to
be
done
on
both
sides
.
"
"
Perhaps
.
That
is
for
the
two
of
you
to
settle
.
"
She
stared
a
moment
longer
at
me
,
then
looked
down
with
a
smile
.
"
The
godgame
is
ended
.
"
"
The
what
?
"
"
The
godgame
.
"
Her
eyes
were
on
mine
again
;
at
their
gentlest
.
"
The
godgame
.
"
"
Because
there
are
no
gods
.
And
it
is
not
a
game
.
"
She
began
to
eat
her
toast
,
as
if
to
bring
us
back
to
normal
.
I
looked
past
her
at
the
busy
,
banal
tearoom
.
The
discreet
chink
of
cutlery
on
china
;
sounds
as
commonplace
as
sparrows
’
voices
.
"
Is
that
what
you
call
it
?
"
She
said
,
"
I
’
m
not
going
to
talk
about
it
,
but
yes
…
that
is
,
well
,
a
kind
of
nickname
we
use
.
"
She
went
on
demurely
eating
.
I
said
,
"
If
I
had
any
self
-
respect
left
,
I
’
d
get
up
and
walk
out
.
"
Her
eyes
crinkled
.
"
Please
don
’
t
.
I
’
m
counting
on
you
to
get
me
a
taxi
in
a
minute
.
We
’
ve
been
doing
Benjie
’
s
school
shopping
today
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
see
Demeter
in
a
department
store
.
"
"
No
?
I
think
she
would
have
liked
them
.
Even
the
gaberdine
mackintoshes
and
gym
shoes
.
