“That also I know not, lady mine. My sister knew.”
“But this is absurd! No one could have been so mad. What about the money she paid to your sister?”
“It was hidden somewhere in the house, lady. Perhaps my brother-in-law found it, or Petros.”
“Does Petros know anything about the Frank lady?”
“I cannot tell, my lady. Why should he?”
Zoe gave up her questioning for the moment in despair. “Then all that you told me about the clothes was false?”
“Well, it was not quite true, my lady.”
“But I thought you never told lies? If you say different things on different days, which am I to believe?”
This seemed a new idea to Danaë, and she pondered it. “Whichever pleases you best, lady,” she said at last.
“But what I want is the truth. Can’t you understand, Kalliopé, that I prefer an unpleasant truth to a pleasant falsehood?”