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"
Five
thousand
between
us
—
plus
a
hundred
pounds
a
month
each
for
expenses
.
"
"
But
you
must
still
have
smelt
a
rat
?
"
"
Of
course
we
did
.
"
She
smiled
.
"
You
were
funny
that
day
…
’
a
rat
five
feet
eight
inches
long
’
…
"
she
looked
shyly
at
me
,
picked
at
the
nap
of
the
rug
,
went
on
.
"
Well
,
we
were
driven
home
—
in
a
Rolls
-
Royce
—
to
think
it
over
.
You
know
,
to
a
top
flat
in
Belsize
Park
.
Like
Cinderellas
.
That
’
s
where
he
was
so
clever
,
he
put
so
little
direct
pressure
on
us
.
Never
the
shadow
of
the
shadow
of
a
false
move
on
his
part
.
We
saw
him
several
times
more
.
He
took
us
out
.
Theatre
.
Opera
.
Never
an
attempt
to
get
either
of
us
on
our
own
.
And
…
well
,
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
really
feel
about
him
,
but
he
is
rather
a
marvelous
old
man
.
And
even
though
he
frightens
us
now
,
I
still
…
anyway
.
"
"
What
did
everybody
think
?
I
mean
,
your
friends
—
this
producer
man
?
"
"
They
thought
we
ought
to
make
inquiries
.
So
we
went
to
an
agent
and
he
found
this
film
company
does
exist
.
It
makes
films
mainly
for
the
Arab
market
.
Egypt
.
"
"
What
’
s
it
called
?
"
"
Polymus
Films
.
"
She
spelt
it
.
"
It
’
s
in
whatever
they
list
film
companies
in
—
the
trade
directory
.
Perfectly
respectable
.
"
"
And
you
said
yes
.
"
"
And
in
the
end
we
said
yes
.
"
She
looked
tentatively
at
me
,
as
if
she
did
not
expect
me
to
believe
her
;
such
gullibility
.
"
We
had
got
to
know
him
better
by
then
.
So
we
thought
.
"
"
Your
mother
?
"
"
Oh
Maurice
saw
to
that
.
He
insisted
on
having
her
up
to
London
and
bowled
her
over
with
his
gentlemanliness
.
"
She
added
ruefully
,
"
And
his
money
.
"
"
This
film
?
"
"
The
story
was
taken
from
a
demotic
Greek
novel
that
’
s
never
been
translated
.
By
a
writer
called
Theodorakis
—
have
you
ever
heard
of
him
?
Three
Hearts
?
"
I
shook
my
head
.
"
It
was
written
in
the
nineteen
twenties
.
It
’
s
about
two
English
girls
,
they
’
re
supposed
to
be
the
ambassador
’
s
daughters
,
who
go
for
a
holiday
on
a
Greek
island
during
the
First
World
War
and
meet
a
Greek
poet
there
—
a
dying
genius
—
and
they
both
fall
in
love
with
him
and
he
falls
in
love
with
them
and
at
the
end
everyone
’
s
terribly
miserable
and
they
all
renounce
each
other
…
exactly
.
"
She
answered
my
grimace
.
"
But
actually
when
Maurice
told
it
it
had
a
sort
of
Dame
aux
Camélias
charm
.
"
"
You
’
ve
read
it
?
"
"
Bits
of
it
.
"
I
spoke
in
Greek
.
"
Xerete
kale
ta
nea
ellenika
?
"
She
answered
,
in
a
more
fluent
and
much
better
accented
demotic
than
my
own
,
"
If
one
knows
ancient
Greek
it
is
a
help
,
but
the
two
languages
are
very
different
.
"
She
gave
me
a
steady
look
,
and
I
touched
my
forehead
.
"
In
London
he
showed
us
a
long
typewritten
synopsis
.
And
told
us
the
script
was
being
written
in
Athens
.
Our
agent
thought
it
was
all
perfectly
normal
.
"
She
tore
a
loose
thread
from
the
side
of
her
skirt
.
"
Only
we
even
suspect
him
now
.
We
think
Maurice
may
have
bribed
him
.
To
make
us
less
suspicious
.
"
"
An
agent
would
hardly
—
"
"
Wouldn
’
t
he
?
Do
you
know
the
slang
word
for
them
?
Flesh
peddlers
.
"
"
Maurice
did
pay
you
?
"
"
As
soon
as
we
signed
the
contracts
.
"
She
delved
in
the
bag
,
then
swiveled
round
so
that
we
were
sitting
facing
in
opposite
directions
.
She
came
out
with
a
wallet
;
produced
two
cuttings
from
it
.
One
showed
the
two
sisters
standing
in
a
London
street
,
in
overcoats
and
woolen
hats
,
laughing
.
I
knew
the
paper
by
the
print
but
it
was
in
any
case
gummed
on
to
a
gray
cuttings
agency
tag
:
Evening
Standard
,
January
8
,
1953
.
The
paragraph
underneath
ran
:
AND
BRAINS
AS
WELL
!
Two
lucky
twins
,
June
and
Julie
(
on
right
)
Holmes
,
who
will
star
in
a
film
this
summer
to
be
shot
in
Greece
.
The
twins
both
have
Cambridge
degrees
,
acted
a
lot
at
varsity
,
speak
eight
languages
between
them
.
Unfair
note
for
bachelors
:
neither
wants
to
marry
yet
.
"
We
didn
’
t
write
the
caption
.
"
"
So
I
guessed
.
"
The
other
cutting
was
from
the
Cinema
Trade
News
.
It
repeated
,
in
Americanese
,
what
she
had
just
told
me
.
"
Oh
and
this
.
My
mother
.
"
She
showed
me
a
snapshot
from
the
wallet
;
a
woman
with
fluffy
hair
in
a
deckchair
in
a
garden
,
a
dumber
spaniel
beside
her
.
I
could
see
another
photo
and
I
made
her
let
me
look
at
it
:
a
man
in
a
sports
shirt
,
a
nervous
and
intelligent
face
;
he
seemed
about
thirty
-
five
.
"
Who
’
s
this
?
"
"
Someone
.
"
"
Are
you
engaged
?
"
She
shook
her
head
,
very
vehemently
;
and
took
the
photo
back
.
"
We
had
screen
tests
.
Some
woman
Maurice
knew
gave
us
lessons
in
deportment
.
Fittings
.
"
She
flicked
her
dress
.
"
All
this
.
Then
in
March
we
came
out
.
Maurice
met
us
in
Athens
and
said
the
rest
of
the
company
wouldn
’
t
assemble
for
a
fortnight
.
We
didn
’
t
come
here
.
He
took
us
on
a
cruise
with
him
.
Mykonos
,
Crete
,
and
so
on
.
He
’
s
got
a
beautiful
yacht
.
"
"
Ah
.
I
was
right
.
"
"
No
honestly
.
He
never
brings
it
here
.
"
Her
look
was
too
quick
,
too
open
for
me
not
to
believe
.
"
Where
then
?
"
"
It
’
s
usually
at
Nauplia
.
"
"
In
Athens
—
you
stayed
in
his
house
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
he
’
s
got
one
there
.
He
says
he
hasn
’
t
.
We
always
stay
at
the
Grande
Bretagne
.
"
"
No
office
?
"
"
I
know
.
"
She
gave
a
self
-
accusing
shrug
.
"
But
you
see
,
we
understood
only
the
location
shooting
would
take
place
here
.
And
the
interiors
in
Beirut
.
It
didn
’
t
really
seem
funny
.
We
met
two
men
.
Two
Greeks
.
You
saw
them
…
that
night
.
"
"
I
was
going
to
ask
you
about
that
.
"
She
looked
embarrassed
.
"
We
honestly
didn
’
t
know
he
was
going
to
be
…
as
he
was
.
That
was
Maurice
’
s
sense
of
humor
.
"
I
squinnied
at
her
.
"
Humor
?
"
"
I
know
.
It
’
s
partly
because
of
that
that
we
’
re
telling
you
all
this
.
"
Her
eyes
begged
for
belief
;
and
imperceptibly
I
began
to
stop
only
pretending
to
believe
her
.
I
knew
documents
can
lie
,
voices
can
lie
,
even
tones
of
voice
can
lie
.
But
there
is
something
naked
about
eyes
;
they
seem
the
only
organs
of
the
human
body
that
have
never
really
learnt
to
dissimulate
.
She
said
,
"
See
if
you
can
find
out
about
them
.
Could
you
?
At
your
school
?
One
’
s
name
’
s
Harry
Tsimbou
.
In
Athens
we
understood
he
was
going
to
be
the
Greek
poet
.
And
the
other
’
s
called
Yanni
Papaioannou
.
He
was
introduced
as
the
director
.
Well
,
in
Athens
they
both
seemed
excited
about
the
film
.
You
know
,
we
were
only
there
one
night
,
we
had
dinner
with
them
,
and
then
we
were
off
in
the
yacht
.
"
"
With
these
two
men
?
"
"
Just
with
Maurice
.
They
were
to
come
straight
here
.
We
thought
it
was
odd
that
there
was
so
little
publicity
,
but
they
even
had
a
reason
for
that
.
Apparently
here
if
you
say
you
’
re
going
to
make
a
film
you
get
thousands
of
extras
turning
up
in
the
hope
of
a
job
.
"
"
Okay
.
You
came
here
.
"
"
That
’
s
when
the
madness
began
.
We
’
d
been
here
two
days
.
We
both
realized
there
was
something
different
about
Maurice
.
I
mean
,
I
’
ve
missed
a
lot
out
.
Things
on
the
yacht
.
He
would
never
tell
us
about
his
past
.
One
day
we
asked
him
point
-
blank
—
and
he
refused
point
-
blank
.
But
we
had
wonderful
evenings
with
him
—
enormous
arguments
.
Oh
—
about
life
,
love
,
literature
.
Everything
.
"
She
looked
at
me
as
if
I
might
be
blaming
her
for
liking
him
.
I
said
,
"
You
arrived
here
.
"
"
I
think
the
first
thing
was
—
we
wanted
to
go
to
the
village
.
We
came
here
from
Nauplia
.
Not
Athens
.
But
he
said
no
,
he
wanted
the
film
made
as
quietly
as
possible
.
But
it
was
too
quiet
.
There
was
no
one
else
here
,
no
sign
of
generators
,
lights
,
kliegs
,
all
the
things
they
’
d
need
.
And
Maurice
was
strange
.
Watching
us
.
There
was
something
rather
frightening
in
the
way
he
would
smile
.
As
if
he
knew
something
we
didn
’
t
.
And
didn
’
t
have
to
hide
it
any
more
.
"
"
I
know
that
exactly
.
"
"
It
was
the
second
,
third
afternoon
here
.
June
—
I
was
sleeping
—
tried
to
go
for
a
walk
.
She
got
to
the
gate
and
suddenly
this
silent
Negro
stepped
out
in
the
path
and
stopped
her
.
He
wouldn
’
t
answer
her
.
Of
course
she
was
scared
.
She
came
straight
back
and
we
went
to
Maurice
.
"
She
stared
out
to
sea
,
then
back
at
me
.
"
Well
then
he
told
us
.
There
wasn
’
t
going
to
be
a
film
.
He
wanted
us
to
help
him
conduct
what
he
called
an
experiment
in
mystification
.
That
was
the
phrase
he
used
.
For
the
first
time
he
mentioned
you
.
He
said
that
soon
a
young
Englishman
would
be
coming
to
Bourani
and
that
he
was
going
to
mount
a
kind
of
play
involving
you
,
in
which
we
were
to
have
parts
rather
like
the
ones
in
the
original
story
—
in
Three
Hearts
.
"
"
But
Christ
almighty
,
you
must
have
—
"
"
Of
course
.
"
She
stood
up
,
and
began
to
pace
the
little
rug
.
"
I
know
we
were
mad
.
"
She
brushed
the
hair
back
from
her
cheeks
,
and
looked
down
at
me
.
"
But
you
must
realize
that
by
that
time
we
’
d
both
fallen
intellectually
under
his
spell
.
He
explained
this
thing
as
something
,
I
don
’
t
know
,
so
strange
,
so
new
.
A
fantastic
extension
of
the
Stanislavski
method
.
He
said
you
were
to
be
like
a
man
following
a
mysterious
voice
,
voices
,
through
a
forest
.
A
game
withtwo
tyrannesses
and
a
victim
.
He
gave
us
all
sorts
of
parallels
.
"
"
But
where
does
it
all
lead
?
"
"
It
’
s
all
connected
—
he
says
it
’
s
all
connected
—
with
what
he
told
us
at
the
end
of
the
story
about
Seidevarre
.
About
the
need
for
a
mystery
in
life
?
From
the
very
beginning
he
assured
us
that
at
the
end
we
should
all
drop
our
masks
and
he
would
ask
us
—
you
as
well
as
us
—
lots
of
questions
about
what
we
felt
during
the
experiment
.
Sometimes
he
gets
very
abstruse
.
You
know
,
scientific
and
medical
jargon
.
"
She
smiled
.
"
June
says
we
’
re
the
best
paid
laboratory
assistants
in
Europe
.
"
"
But
you
still
must
have
—
"
"
Feared
a
fate
worse
than
death
?
Not
really
.
Partly
because
Maurice
was
so
eager
that
we
should
do
it
.
He
said
his
whole
life
and
happiness
depended
on
it
.
At
one
point
he
even
offered
to
give
us
a
thousand
pounds
more
each
.
"
She
stood
still
,
and
stared
down
at
me
.
"
Arid
never
,
never
the
smallest
sign
of
what
we
were
obviously
looking
for
.
"
"
You
said
yes
again
?
"
"
After
a
night
of
talking
it
over
with
June
.
A
qualified
yes
.
"
She
sat
down
beside
me
and
smiled
.
"
You
’
ve
no
idea
how
sure
we
’
ve
been
growing
that
you
were
helping
him
to
deceive
us
.
That
was
another
thing
.
"
"
It
must
have
been
obvious
I
was
no
actor
.
"
"
It
wasn
’
t
.
I
thought
you
were
brilliant
.
Acting
as
if
you
couldn
’
t
act
.
"
She
turned
and
lay
on
her
stomach
.
"
Well
—
we
think
the
story
about
mystification
was
just
another
blind
.
According
to
the
script
we
deceive
you
.
But
the
deceiving
deceives
us
even
more
.
"
"
This
script
?
"
"
It
doesn
’
t
help
explain
anything
.
Every
week
he
tells
us
what
we
shall
do
next
weekend
.
In
terms
of
entries
and
exits
.
The
sort
of
atmosphere
to
create
.
Sometimes
lines
.
But
he
lets
us
improvise
a
lot
.
All
along
he
says
that
if
things
go
in
some
slightly
different
way
it
doesn
’
t
really
matter
.
As
long
as
we
keep
to
the
main
development
.
"
"
That
talk
about
God
the
other
night
?
"
"
They
were
lines
I
’
d
learnt
.
"
I
looked
down
.
"
You
started
telling
me
all
this
because
you
’
re
frightened
.
"
She
nodded
,
but
seemed
for
a
moment
at
a
loss
for
words
.
"
To
begin
with
there
was
no
talk
about
getting
you
to
fall
in
love
with
me
except
in
a
very
distant
nineteen
-
fifteeny
sort
of
way
.
Then
by
that
second
week
Maurice
persuaded
me
that
I
had
to
make
some
compromise
between
my
1915
false
self
and
your
1953
true
one
.
He
asked
me
if
I
’
d
mind
kissing
you
.
"
She
shrugged
.
"
One
’
s
kissed
men
onstage
.
I
said
,
no
,
if
it
was
absolutely
necessary
.
That
second
Sunday
I
hadn
’
t
decided
.
That
’
s
why
I
put
on
that
dreadful
act
.
"
"
It
was
a
nice
act
.
"
"
That
first
conversation
with
you
.
I
had
terrible
trac
.
Far
worse
than
I
’
ve
ever
had
on
a
real
stage
.
"
"
But
you
forced
yourself
to
kiss
me
.
"
"
Only
because
I
thought
I
had
to
.
"
I
followed
the
hollow
of
her
arched
back
.
She
had
raised
one
foot
backwards
in
the
air
,
and
the
skirt
had
fallen
.
The
blue
silk
stocking
finished
just
below
the
knee
;
a
little
piece
of
bare
flesh
.
"
And
yesterday
?
"
"
It
was
in
the
script
.
"
Her
hair
clouded
her
face
.
"
That
’
s
not
an
answer
.
"
She
shook
her
hair
back
,
gave
me
a
quick
look
,
less
shy
than
I
had
hoped
.
"
This
other
thing
’
s
so
much
more
important
.
And
I
’
m
trying
to
explain
.
"
"
Subject
postponed
.
"
"
First
of
all
he
must
have
known
that
sooner
or
later
you
and
I
would
break
down
the
barrier
of
pretenses
—
I
mean
you
said
it
that
first
night
,
we
are
both
English
,
the
same
sort
of
background
.
It
was
inevitable
.
"
She
stopped
,
as
if
she
did
not
want
to
bring
up
the
next
point
.
"
Go
on
.
And
?
"
"
He
warned
me
last
week
that
I
mustn
’
t
get
emotionally
involved
with
you
in
any
way
.
"
She
stared
at
the
ground
in
front
of
her
.
A
blue
butterfly
hovered
over
us
,
moved
on
.
"
Did
he
give
a
reason
?
"
"
He
said
that
one
day
soon
I
should
have
to
make
you
hate
me
.
Because
you
are
to
fall
in
love
with
June
.
It
’
s
this
ridiculous
story
again
.
"
"
So
?
"
She
turned
and
sat
up
and
pulled
the
ends
of
her
hair
together
under
her
chin
.
It
made
her
look
Scandinavian
,
a
swan
maiden
.
"
He
’
s
also
taken
to
denigrating
you
in
front
of
us
.
Says
,
oh
—
you
’
re
too
English
.
Unimaginative
.
Selfish
.
Perhaps
he
’
s
really
accusing
us
.
Anyway
,
the
first
time
I
argued
.
But
now
I
know
he
’
s
deliberately
doing
it
to
drive
me
the
other
way
.
Driving
us
together
.
"
She
released
her
hair
,
but
remained
staring
thoughtfully
out
to
sea
.
"
He
hasn
’
t
got
us
here
to
mystify
us
.
But
for
some
other
reason
.
And
we
think
he
’
s
a
voyeur
.
Not
an
ordinary
voyeur
,
but
still
a
voyeur
.
"
She
looked
at
me
.
"
That
’
s
it
.
"
Our
looks
became
tangled
in
supposition
:
in
double
and
treble
deception
.
"
We
seem
to
have
all
the
same
ideas
.
"
"
Because
he
means
us
to
.
"
I
stood
up
,
hands
on
hips
.
"
But
it
’
s
fantastic
.
I
mean
…
what
?
"
"
He
’
s
got
a
ciné
-
camera
.
With
a
telephoto
lens
.
He
says
it
’
s
for
birds
.
"
I
gave
her
another
squinny
,
and
she
shrugged
.
"
It
would
explain
why
he
never
…
touches
us
,
or
anything
.
"
"
If
I
ever
caught
the
old
bastard
…
"
She
folded
her
arms
on
her
knees
.
"
The
thing
is
this
.
Do
you
really
want
us
to
come
running
to
you
?
Which
would
mean
everything
here
was
finished
?
"
"
I
’
d
love
you
to
come
running
to
me
.
"
But
she
continued
staring
up
,
forcing
me
to
answer
.
"
I
suppose
not
.
"
"
Do
you
remember
that
speech
he
gave
me
—
he
did
give
it
to
me
,
as
a
sort
of
emergency
speech
—
I
said
it
down
on
the
shingle
that
Sunday
—
about
your
having
no
poetry
?
No
humor
,
and
all
the
rest
?
I
’
m
sure
it
was
just
as
much
for
me
as
for
you
.
"
I
sat
down
by
her
again
.
"
This
hypnosis
?
"
"
We
wouldn
’
t
have
let
him
.
But
he
’
s
never
even
asked
us
.
That
was
the
script
again
.
"
She
wanted
to
know
what
it
had
been
like
for
me
.
But
as
soon
as
I
could
lied
us
back
to
the
present
.
"
Have
you
seen
that
cabinet
of
pottery
in
the
music
room
?
"
"
He
begged
us
not
to
look
at
it
.
Which
of
course
made
sure
that
we
did
.
"
"
Sometimes
I
feel
it
’
s
all
a
kind
of
teasing
.
"
She
turned
quickly
.
"
So
do
I
!
It
’
s
exactly
the
word
.
I
think
you
have
to
take
certain
things
on
trust
about
people
.
And
I
can
’
t
believe
Maurice
is
an
evil
man
.
Even
perverted
.
But
I
don
’
t
know
.
"
She
ran
her
hands
through
her
hair
.
"
There
’
s
that
beastly
Negro
.
"
"
Yes
,
what
about
him
?
"
"
His
real
name
’
s
Joe
—
we
think
.
Only
we
’
re
supposed
to
call
him
Anubis
in
front
of
you
.
He
’
s
a
mute
.
"
"
A
mute
!
"
I
began
to
understand
why
he
had
spat
in
my
face
.
"
You
know
what
he
did
last
night
?
"
I
told
her
.
Her
eyes
dilated
a
little
;
at
first
not
believing
,
then
believing
me
.
"
But
that
’
s
horrible
.
"
"
Hardly
teasing
.
"
She
looked
back
over
her
shoulder
.
"
He
’
s
always
close
to
us
.
Maurice
insists
that
it
’
s
for
our
protection
.
But
June
and
I
discovered
last
week
that
he
smokes
marijuana
.
That
’
s
yet
another
thing
.
"
"
You
’
ve
told
Maurice
?
"
"
He
says
it
isn
’
t
an
addictive
drug
.
Joe
is
a
blind
spot
with
him
.
