We went upstairs men. I was glad to get out of my cold clothes and change into something warm. Engles came into my room as soon as he was cleaned up. 'How are you feeling, Neil?'
'Not too bad,' I told him.
'Better have some Elastoplast on that cut of yours,' he said. 'I've got some in my haversack.'
He returned a moment later and put a strip of plaster on it. 'There,' he said, patting my shoulder. 'It's only a surface cut and a bit of bruising. Sorry it didn't come off, that break for freedom of yours. It was a good try.'
'It was rather a futile effort,' I apologised.
'Unnecessary, shall we say.' He grinned cheerfully. 'Still, you weren't to know that.'
'You mean, you knew the gold wouldn't be in those boxes?' I asked.
'Shall we say I had a shrewd suspicion.' He lit a cigarette and as he watched the flame of the match die out, he said, 'The man we need to watch now is our friend Keramikos. He is a much more subtle character than Mayne. And he thinks that we know where the gold is.'
'And — do we?' I asked.
He smiled then. 'The less you know about it the better,' he replied good-humouredly. 'Come down and have a drink. We're going to get plastered to-night. And see that you get as drunk as I do.'