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"
Of
course
I
know
you
know
this
is
a
trick
,
something
my
sister
must
have
helped
to
play
.
But
it
might
not
all
be
a
trick
.
"
She
pulled
my
shoulder
gently
,
to
make
me
sit
back
as
well
.
When
I
did
so
,
with
bad
grace
,
she
moved
away
a
little
and
began
to
trace
a
line
along
the
top
rail
with
her
forefinger
,
as
if
she
was
feeling
her
way
into
my
confidence
.
"
This
is
nothing
to
do
with
Maurice
.
Just
us
.
"
"
Who
is
us
?
"
"
She
and
me
.
"
"
And
your
other
friends
?
"
She
looked
at
the
back
of
her
hand
.
"
They
aren
’
t
our
friends
.
"
"
I
want
to
know
who
you
are
,
your
real
names
,
where
you
’
re
from
,
what
you
’
re
doing
here
,
when
—
"
"
My
sister
wants
me
to
inspect
you
.
"
"
Well
.
Why
not
open
my
mouth
and
start
with
the
teeth
?
"
She
laughed
.
"
But
it
is
horse
-
trading
.
Really
,
isn
’
t
it
?
Even
between
the
best
and
the
nicest
and
most
intelligent
people
.
To
begin
with
.
"
"
I
prefer
to
deal
direct
.
No
agents
.
"
"
I
’
m
a
twin
sister
.
Not
an
agent
.
"
"
Twin
sister
to
a
schizophrenic
.
"
She
smiled
.
"
Did
you
believe
that
for
a
moment
?
"
"
No
.
And
will
you
answer
my
questions
?
"
She
said
,
"
May
I
have
another
cigarette
?
"
I
gave
her
one
and
lit
it
for
her
,
and
she
took
advantage
of
the
light
to
give
me
a
direct
look
and
ask
her
own
astounding
question
.
"
Is
there
really
a
school
on
the
other
side
of
the
island
?
"
I
narrowed
my
eyes
.
"
There
is
?
"
Her
voice
was
sharp
again
.
I
blew
out
the
match
and
said
,
"
I
think
we
’
ve
lost
the
ball
.
"
"
I
know
this
sounds
silly
,
but
I
suppose
you
haven
’
t
…
any
means
of
identification
on
you
?
"
I
laughed
.
"
Seriously
.
Please
.
"
I
fished
in
my
back
pocket
and
produced
my
wallet
;
then
struck
three
or
four
matches
while
she
looked
at
my
Greek
permis
de
séjour
.
It
gave
my
address
and
profession
.
"
Thank
you
.
That
was
kind
of
you
.
"
But
she
was
silent
;
at
a
loss
.
"
Well
come
on
.
Next
development
.
"
She
hesitated
;
then
amazed
me
again
.
"
We
thought
you
might
be
working
for
Maurice
.
"
"
Working
for
him
!
"
A
circumspect
voice
.
"
Yes
.
Working
for
him
.
"
"
Good
God
.
"
"
You
solemnly
swear
that
you
’
re
not
working
for
him
?
"
"
Of
course
I
’
m
not
.
"
"
That
you
never
met
him
before
you
came
here
?
"
I
stood
up
impatiently
.
"
I
feel
I
’
m
going
mad
.
"
Her
face
had
grown
very
serious
.
She
looked
away
and
said
,
"
I
can
’
t
tell
you
anything
now
.
It
’
s
for
my
sister
to
decide
.
"
"
Why
?
And
decide
what
?
"
"
Because
that
’
s
what
we
’
ve
agreed
.
Because
she
’
s
seen
more
of
you
.
And
because
she
’
s
much
closer
to
Maurice
than
I
am
.
Much
closer
.
"
"
What
does
that
mean
?
"
"
What
do
you
think
it
means
?
"
"
I
’
m
wondering
.
"
"
She
said
she
felt
the
other
day
that
you
half
believed
she
was
his
mistress
or
something
.
Perhaps
you
think
we
both
are
.
"
"
Perhaps
I
do
.
"
She
was
cool
.
"
In
terms
of
what
at
least
you
must
begin
to
suspect
my
sister
really
is
…
do
you
honestly
think
she
could
ever
…
"
No
.
"
"
And
Maurice
.
For
all
his
peculiarities
,
is
he
that
sort
of
person
?
"
I
said
nothing
,
remembering
the
books
,
the
objects
.
"
Well
if
he
was
,
would
he
introduce
a
young
man
—
and
a
rather
nice
-
looking
young
man
,
into
his
…
harem
?
"
"
That
has
occurred
to
me
.
"
I
sat
down
again
.
"
All
right
.
So
?
She
is
closer
to
Maurice
than
you
.
"
"
She
simply
doesn
’
t
want
to
betray
him
.
"
"
And
you
do
?
"
She
answered
obliquely
.
"
The
only
thing
we
’
re
all
sure
of
is
that
we
’
re
all
three
English
.
Yes
?
The
only
three
English
people
in
this
fantastic
place
.
And
my
sister
and
I
are
sort
of
…
well
,
committed
to
making
a
fool
of
you
by
our
contracts
—
"
She
broke
off
abruptly
,
hand
to
mouth
,
aghast
.
"
Contracts
…
contracts
?
"
She
leant
forward
and
covered
her
face
in
her
hands
.
"
What
the
devil
are
you
?
Film
stars
?
"
Her
head
was
shaking
.
"
Please
forget
I
said
that
.
"
But
after
a
moment
she
leant
back
and
said
,
"
Yes
.
Obviously
we
thought
you
must
have
guessed
.
"
"
Film
stars
?
"
My
voice
was
high
with
incredulity
.
She
raised
her
finger
,
as
if
we
must
keep
quiet
.
"
No
.
But
there
’
s
only
one
profession
—
isn
’
t
there
?
—
where
you
do
kiss
strange
men
with
apparent
passion
.
Because
it
’
s
part
of
your
job
.
"
She
suddenly
grimaced
.
"
I
’
ve
just
thought
of
another
.
I
didn
’
t
mean
that
.
"
"
You
’
re
trying
to
tell
me
you
’
re
both
actresses
?
"
"
We
’
re
not
even
that
.
Just
two
girls
in
desperate
need
of
help
.
"
"
Help
?
"
"
Are
there
any
police
on
the
island
?
"
I
clutched
my
hair
.
"
Let
me
get
this
straight
.
First
of
all
you
were
ghosts
.
Then
you
were
schizophrenics
.
Now
you
are
next
week
’
s
consignment
to
Saudi
Arabia
.
"
She
smiled
.
"
Sometimes
I
almost
wish
we
were
.
It
would
be
simpler
.
"
She
turned
and
put
her
hand
on
my
knee
.
"
Nicholas
,
I
’
m
notorious
for
never
taking
anything
very
seriously
,
and
that
’
s
partly
why
we
’
re
here
,
and
even
now
it
’
s
fun
in
a
way
—
but
we
really
are
just
two
English
girls
who
’
ve
got
ourselves
into
such
deep
waters
these
last
two
or
three
months
that
…
"
she
left
an
eloquent
silence
.
"
But
how
did
he
get
hold
of
you
?
Where
were
you
actresses
?
"
"
Tomorrow
.
Tomorrow
morning
we
’
re
all
meeting
.
The
three
of
us
.
"
"
How
do
you
know
?
"
"
Because
nothing
here
happens
by
chance
.
It
’
s
all
planned
in
advance
.
"
She
touched
my
sleeve
.
"
You
must
tell
me
the
time
.
"
"
Including
this
?
"
"
Including
my
meeting
you
.
But
not
what
we
’
ve
said
.
"
She
pulled
her
cloak
round
her
.
"
Or
only
some
of
what
we
’
ve
said
.
"
She
took
my
hand
and
looked
at
the
time
.
"
I
must
go
.
"
She
stood
up
.
"
I
’
ll
come
with
you
now
.
"
"
No
.
"
"
She
told
me
you
live
on
a
yacht
.
"
"
She
told
me
what
a
terribly
good
impromptu
liar
you
were
.
"
I
stood
up
and
she
put
her
hands
on
my
shoulders
and
regarded
me
with
a
kind
of
anxious
concern
.
"
Nicholas
,
let
’
s
be
friends
.
Now
we
’
ve
met
,
I
do
trust
you
.
"
"
That
’
s
hardly
the
question
.
Do
I
trust
you
?
"
I
answered
"
no
"
in
my
mind
,
but
I
reached
up
and
took
her
hands
;
the
cloak
was
open
.
I
could
see
the
white
dress
,
the
white
throat
.
What
I
suspected
of
Conchis
,
what
she
had
accused
me
of
,
I
gave
myself
to
taste
:
the
charms
of
a
ménage
a
trois
;
that
wild
kissing
.
Who
cared
about
real
meaning
?
I
pressed
her
hands
.
"
At
least
tell
me
your
name
.
"
"
Rose
.
"
I
pressed
her
hands
again
.
"
Come
on
.
Friends
.
"
"
Call
me
anything
you
like
.
You
baptize
me
.
"
"
No
.
"
She
smiled
;
a
pressure
back
,
the
hands
withdrawn
.
"
I
must
go
.
I
hate
all
this
mystery
.
But
just
tonight
.
"
"
I
’
m
coming
with
you
.
"
"
You
can
’
t
.
"
She
had
that
same
slightly
desperate
urgency
Lily
had
had
two
weeks
before
.
She
moved
away
a
step
or
two
,
as
if
to
test
me
.
I
stood
still
.
"
I
’
ll
follow
you
.
"
"
Tomorrow
morning
.
"
"
Now
.
"
She
eyed
me
,
then
shrugged
,
with
regret
.
"
Then
I
’
m
awfully
sorry
,
but
I
’
ll
have
to
use
the
emergency
exit
.
"
With
her
eyes
still
on
mine
,
she
called
.
Not
very
loud
;
to
carry
thirty
or
forty
yards
;
as
if
to
a
dog
.
"
Anubis
!
"
I
whipped
round
.
She
came
and
put
her
arm
on
mine
.
"
Actually
this
looks
better
.
He
won
’
t
hurt
you
if
you
stay
here
.
"
Already
I
could
hear
someone
coming
swiftly
down
through
the
trees
behind
us
.
I
saw
a
monstrous
dark
shape
.
"
Rose
"
stood
near
me
as
if
to
protect
me
.
"
Who
is
it
?
"
"
Our
dearly
beloved
watchdog
.
"
Her
tone
was
dry
;
and
when
I
looked
at
her
,
she
confirmed
its
dryness
.
It
was
the
figure
from
the
death
and
the
niaiden
scene
of
two
weeks
before
.
The
jackal
-
head
,
the
"
nurse
.
"
Standing
against
us
,
in
black
from
head
to
foot
,
the
long
ears
pointing
stiffly
up
,
the
muzzle
waiting
.
She
muttered
quickly
,
"
Don
’
t
be
afraid
.
"
Then
,
in
a
very
low
whisper
,
"
We
had
no
choice
tonight
.
"
I
didn
’
t
know
whether
she
meant
"
you
and
I
,
"
or
"
Lily
and
I
.
"
She
started
to
walk
down
past
the
statue
.
I
looked
back
up
the
hill
.
The
figure
had
not
moved
.
I
began
to
walk
after
her
.
Immediately
she
heard
me
she
stopped
.
When
I
came
up
with
her
,
she
gave
me
a
wide
-
eyed
look
and
then
she
said
again
,
"
Anubis
.
"
The
figure
came
and
stood
some
six
feet
away
.
I
could
see
that
behind
the
macabre
disguise
was
a
big
,
tall
man
.
He
moved
like
a
very
fit
man
,
too
.
I
would
be
no
match
for
him
physically
.
I
shrugged
.
"
Force
majeure
.
"
"
Just
stay
here
.
Please
just
stay
here
.
"
She
turned
to
the
figure
.
Her
voice
was
cold
.
"
And
there
is
absolutely
no
need
for
violence
.
We
all
know
you
’
re
very
strong
.
"
She
turned
back
to
me
,
touched
my
arm
one
last
time
as
if
to
reassure
me
;
then
she
disappeared
down
through
the
trees
towards
the
carob
under
which
the
man
and
the
girl
had
stood
.
I
spoke
.
"
I
suppose
you
’
re
the
Reverend
Mr
.
Foulkes
.
"
He
raised
his
arm
and
took
off
the
headpiece
.
I
was
looking
at
a
Negro
.
He
had
on
black
trousers
,
a
black
shirt
,
black
gym
shoes
;
even
black
gloves
.
He
did
not
smile
,
but
simply
watched
me
.
Poised
yet
coiled
;
an
athlete
,
a
boxer
.
I
calculated
whether
I
could
risk
a
dash
into
the
trees
.
But
it
was
already
too
late
.
She
had
disappeared
;
and
I
felt
sure
that
her
real
destination
was
in
some
very
different
direction
.
"
Where
you
from
?
The
West
Indies
?
"
No
answer
.
"
Well
what
are
you
supposed
to
be
—
the
black
eunuch
or
something
?
"
No
answer
again
;
but
I
thought
there
was
a
tiny
contraction
of
the
eyes
.
"
I
’
m
going
back
to
sit
on
the
seat
.
All
right
?
"
He
did
not
even
nod
.
I
said
again
"
All
right
?
"
and
then
moved
crabwise
back
up
the
hill
,
cautiously
,
watching
him
.
He
stayed
where
he
was
,
and
we
remained
like
that
for
perhaps
a
minute
.
I
lit
a
cigarette
to
try
to
counter
the
released
adrenalin
,
and
listened
in
vain
for
the
sound
of
an
engine
down
by
the
sea
.
Then
,
abruptly
,
the
black
figure
came
up
towards
me
.
He
stood
in
front
of
me
,
blocking
out
the
sky
.
The
cigarette
was
snatched
out
of
my
mouth
and
flicked
away
.
Then
in
the
same
movement
I
was
jerked
to
my
feet
.
I
said
,
"
Now
wait
a
minute
.
"
But
he
was
strong
and
as
quick
as
a
leopard
.
Sweating
a
little
.
I
could
smell
his
sweat
.
An
absolutely
humorless
face
,
and
an
angry
one
.
It
was
no
good
,
I
was
frightened
—
there
was
something
insanely
violent
about
his
eyes
,
and
it
flashed
through
my
mind
that
he
was
a
black
surrogate
of
Henrik
Nygaard
.
Without
warning
he
spat
full
in
my
face
and
then
palm
-
pushed
me
sharply
back
.
The
edge
of
the
seat
cut
into
my
legs
and
I
fell
half
across
it
.
As
I
wiped
the
spittle
off
my
nose
and
cheek
I
saw
him
trotting
away
,
carrying
his
mask
,
through
the
trees
to
the
north
.
I
opened
my
mouth
to
shout
something
at
him
,
then
said
it
in
a
whisper
.
I
kept
wiping
my
face
with
my
handkerchief
,
but
it
was
filthy
,
defiled
.
I
went
back
to
the
gate
and
ran
down
the
path
to
Moutsa
.
There
I
stripped
off
my
clothes
and
plunged
into
the
sea
and
rubbed
my
face
in
the
salt
water
,
then
swam
a
hundred
yards
out
.
The
sea
was
alive
with
phosphorescent
diatoms
that
swirled
in
long
trails
from
my
hands
and
feet
.
I
dived
and
seal
-
turned
on
my
back
and
looked
up
through
the
water
at
the
blurred
white
specks
of
the
stars
.
The
sea
cooled
,
calmed
,
silked
round
my
genitals
.
I
felt
safe
out
there
,
and
sane
,
out
of
their
reach
,
all
their
reaches
Contracts
…
actresses
…
I
was
now
asked
to
believe
that
they
were
hired
to
play
their
roles
;
not
only
that
,
but
so
in
the
dark
about
Conchis
’
s
intentions
that
they
didn
’
t
even
know
whether
I
was
not
deceiving
them
exactly
as
they
were
deceiving
me
;
trying
to
vamp
Lily
as
Lily
vamped
me
.
But
when
I
thought
back
to
various
inexplicable
things
Lily
had
said
,
to
inconsistent
looks
,
tentative
looks
,
those
out
-
of
-
role
looks
,
and
other
doubtfulnesses
beyond
any
she
might
have
been
acting
,
I
began
to
wonder
,
to
waver
…
I
had
long
suspected
that
there
was
some
hidden
significance
in
the
story
of
de
Deukans
and
his
gallery
of
automata
.
What
Conchis
had
done
,
or
was
trying
to
do
,
was
to
turn
Bourani
into
such
a
gallery
,
and
real
human
beings
into
his
puppets
…
but
how
could
they
be
his
puppets
when
they
knew
so
much
about
him
?
Or
did
they
know
so
much
about
him
?
And
once
again
,
did
it
matter
?
As
I
swam
out
there
,
with
the
dark
slope
of
Bourani
across
the
quiet
water
to
the
east
,
I
could
feel
in
me
a
complex
and
compound
excitement
,
in
which
Lily
was
the
strongest
but
not
the
only
element
.
I
thought
,
I
am
Theseus
in
the
maze
;
let
it
all
come
,
even
the
black
minotaur
,
so
long
as
it
comes
;
so
long
as
I
may
reach
the
center
.
I
came
ashore
and
dried
myself
with
my
shirt
.
Then
I
pulled
on
the
rest
of
my
clothes
and
walked
back
to
the
house
.
I
woke
feeling
even
more
slugged
,
more
beaten
-
steak
—
the
heat
does
it
in
Greece
—
than
usual
.
It
was
ten
o
’
clock
.
I
soaked
my
head
in
cold
water
,
dragged
on
my
clothes
,
and
went
downstairs
.
There
was
a
note
waiting
for
me
on
top
of
the
muslin
-
mounded
breakfast
table
under
the
colonnade
.
DEAR
NICHOLAS
,
Alas
,
very
urgent
financial
business
connected
with
the
"
scare
"
of
a
fortnight
ago
obliges
me
to
go
at
once
to
Geneva
.
I
look
forward
to
seeing
you
next
Saturday
,
if
you
can
dispose
of
your
academic
duties
.
Maria
is
leaving
with
me
.
She
is
taking
advantage
of
my
absence
to
visit
relatives
in
Santorini
.
Hermes
is
returning
to
lock
up
the
house
this
afternoon
.
Please
enjoy
your
lunch
,
and
accept
my
apologies
for
this
unpardonable
breach
of
hospitality
.
MAURICE
CONCHISI
looked
under
the
muslin
.
There
was
my
breakfast
.
The
spirit
stove
to
heat
up
the
coffee
.
A
carafe
of
water
,
another
of
retsina
;
and
under
a
second
muslin
an
ample
cold
lunch
.
My
first
thought
was
that
he
had
funked
meeting
me
after
the
incident
with
his
Negro
thug
;
my
second
,
that
at
least
I
could
make
some
detective
use
of
the
occasion
.
I
carried
the
breakfast
things
round
to
Maria
’
s
cottage
,
as
if
to
put
them
out
of
harm
’
s
way
on
her
table
,
but
the
door
was
locked
.
First
failure
.
I
went
upstairs
,
knocked
on
Conchis
’
s
door
,
then
tried
it
.
It
was
also
locked
.
Second
failure
.
Then
I
went
round
all
the
groundfloor
rooms
in
the
house
,
and
pulled
up
all
the
carpets
to
see
if
there
were
trapdoors
to
mysterious
cellars
.
There
were
not
.
Ten
minutes
later
I
gave
up
;
I
knew
I
was
not
going
to
find
any
clue
to
the
girls
’
true
identity
,
and
that
was
all
that
interested
me
.
I
went
down
to
the
private
beach
—
the
boat
was
gone
—
and
swam
out
of
the
little
cove
and
round
its
eastern
headland
.
There
some
of
the
tallest
cliffs
on
the
island
,
a
hundred
feet
or
more
high
,
fell
into
the
sea
among
a
litter
of
boulders
and
broken
rocks
.
The
cliffs
curved
in
a
very
flat
concave
arc
half
a
mile
eastwards
,
not
really
making
a
bay
,
but
jutting
out
from
the
coast
just
enough
to
hide
the
beach
where
the
three
cottages
were
.
I
examined
every
yard
of
the
cliffs
.
No
way
down
,
no
place
where
even
a
small
boat
could
land
.
Yet
this
was
the
area
Lily
and
Rose
supposedly
headed
for
when
they
went
"
home
.
"
There
was
dense
low
scrub
on
the
abrupt
-
sloping
clifftops
before
the
pines
started
,
just
enough
to
hide
in
,
but
manifestly
impossible
to
live
in
.
That
left
only
one
solution
.
They
made
their
way
along
the
top
of
the
cliffs
,
then
circled
inland
and
down
past
the
cottages
.
A
vein
of
colder
water
made
me
twist
on
my
front
again
,
and
as
I
turned
I
saw
.
A
girl
in
a
pale
pink
dress
was
standing
under
the
seawardest
pines
on
top
of
the
cliff
,
some
hundred
yards
to
the
east
of
where
I
was
;
in
shadow
,
but
brilliantly
,
exuberantly
conspicuous
.
She
waved
down
and
I
waved
back
.
She
walked
a
few
yards
along
the
edge
of
the
trees
,
the
sunlight
between
the
pines
dappling
the
pink
dress
,
and
then
,
with
an
inner
leap
of
exultation
,
I
saw
another
flash
of
pink
,
a
second
girl
.
