“You’re mistaken then. After all, there must be dozens, hundreds maybe, of these British army trucks still about in Greece.”
“Not with slots for false number-plates.”
“What do you mean?”
“I noticed the slots when he was shining the flashlight for me to get in. The false plates were on the floor in the back of the truck. When we stopped, I put them where the moonlight would shine as we got out. The part of the number I could see was the same as the one in the newspaper report.”
“Are you absolutely sure?”
“I do not like it any more than you, Mr. Carey.”
But George was remembering something that Colonel Chrysantos had said: “They are clever and dangerous and the police do not catch them.”
“If they get half a suspicion we know anything-” he began.
“Yes. It could be most disagreeable.” She raised her glass to drink again and then stopped.
There was the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.