“Well, first of all, you don’t say one word to that little bastard of a Captain you were chin-wagging with last night. O.K.?”
“Go on.”
“All you do is go to that big café with the yellow blinds next door to the Acropolis Hotel between four and five tomorrow afternoon. Just sit there and have a cup of coffee. That’s all. If you get no message from me while you’re there, it’s all off. If you do get a message, it’ll be an appointment. Just say nothing and keep it.”
“What about the interpreter?”
“If she keeps her mouth shut she can come too.”
“Where would the appointment be?”
“You’d be taken to it by car.”
“I see. Just one question. I’m not exactly timid, but I would like to know a bit more about these friends of yours before I do anything about meeting them. Would they be ELAS people, for instance?”
Arthur grinned. “Ask no questions and you’ll be told no lies. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
“Maybe not. But I’m not half-witted. You say these friends of yours don’t want money for their information. O.K., what do they want? For that matter, what do you want?”