“No. I will give you my decision in two days, Mr. Carey. Until then, you stay.”
“Supposing I told you that unless Miss Kolin and I are released immediately you’ll have as much chance of inheriting that estate as that sentry outside.”
“Your office in America will be very sad. Arthur explained to me.”
George felt himself reddening. “Does it occur to you that, trail or no trail, Colonel Chrysantos won’t take very long to find this place now? In two or three hours he may have you surrounded by Greek troops.”
Arthur laughed. The Sergeant smiled grimly.
“If that is so, Mr. Carey, Chrysantos will be in trouble with his government. But you need not worry. If this bad Colonel comes, we will protect you. A glass of wine? No? Brandy? No? Then, since you are tired, the Corporal will show you where you can sleep. Good night.” He nodded dismissal and began to go through the photostats again, putting those that interested him specially into a separate pile.
“This way, chum.”
“Just a moment. What about Miss Kolin, Sergeant?”
The Sergeant did not look up. “You do not have to worry about her, Mr. Carey. Good night.”
Arthur led the way; George followed him; the sentry brought up the rear. They went upstairs to a derelict room with a straw mattress on the floorboards. There was also a bucket. The sentry brought in an oil lamp.