“Oh no, thank you. Not now.” Mr. Kuvetli placed one hand on his chest. “Matter of fact, I have pain because of wine at table. Very strong acid stuff!”
“So I should imagine. Until to-morrow, then.”
“Yes, Mr. Graham. You will be glad to arrive back at your home, eh?” He seemed to want to talk.
“Oh yes, very glad.”
“You go to Athens when we stop to-morrow?”
“I was thinking of doing so.”
“Do you know Athens well, I suppose?”
“I’ve been there before.”
Mr. Kuvetli hesitated. His smile became oily. “You are in a position to do me service, Mr. Graham.”
“Oh yes?”