“It’s only for a couple of nights, Mr. Carey,” said Arthur-the hotel receptionist apologizing to a valued client who has arrived unexpectedly. “You’ll find the palliasse fairly clean. The Sarge is very keen on hygiene.”
“Where’s Miss Kolin?”
“Next room.” He jerked his thumb. “But don’t you worry about her. It’s a better room than this.”
“What did the Sergeant mean about Chrysantos getting into trouble with the government?”
“If he tried to surround us? Well, the Greek frontier’s nearly a kilometre away. We’re on Yugoslav territory. I’d have thought you’d have guessed.”
George digested this disconcerting news while Arthur adjusted the lamp wick.
“What about the frontier patrols?”
Arthur hung the lamp on a hook jutting out from the wall. “You want to know too much, chum.” He went to the door. “No lock on this door, but, just in case you’re thinking of sleepwalking, there’s a wide-awake sentry here on the landing, and he’s trigger-happy. Get the idea?”
“I get it.”
“I’ll give you a call when it’s time for breakfast. Pleasant dreams.”