‘All right. Say in an hour?’

‘Giving you time to knock back the prosecco and neck the hummus and olives?’ replied Karl.

‘Exactly,’ agreed Dora at her most imperious. She made her way towards the lift bearing the Prosecco on a tray as if it were some kind of divine offering.

Moira and Karl looked at each other and grinned. ‘She’d make a good goddess,’ winked Karl. ‘Let’s you and me have a beer.’

Takis brought them two green bottles of Mythos. Moira shook her head. ‘You really can’t get away from myths in this country. Even on the beer bottles!’

‘Well, ancient Greece was pretty influential,’ Karl reminded her.

‘The cradle of western democracy.’

‘And they invented cynicism.’

‘And stoicism.’

‘What a country!’ They toasted the land of their hosts by drinking their beers in record time and ordering another round.

Dora knocked sharply on Nell’s door, then waited thirty seconds in case there was any funny business going on in the bedroom. But when she entered she found Nell sitting chastely on a chair by the window and Stelios stretched out on the bed with his hands behind his head, regaling her about one of his more extraordinary clients.

‘He came in one afternoon, this old guy, didn’t even look particularly rich. Arrived in my shop in and told me he wanted to buy everything every last little thing. Just as if he were walking into Harrods!’

‘He was probably an escaped lunatic,’ Nell replied.

‘No, he was absolutely genuine. A Russian millionaire.’

‘Ooh, prosecco,’ cried Nell gleefully. ‘How absolutely lovely!’

‘I think Nell is being too cautious hiding up here,’ pronounced Stelios.

‘We thought you could come down to the beach cafe as soon as it’s dark,’ Dora told them. ‘Anyway, Stelios, what are we going to do? Nell can’t hide up here forever. What did you find out?’

‘That Xan Georgiades has a boathouse beyond the final headland. And he keeps a boat there that he never even mentions.’

‘My God! That’s it, then. What are we going to do?’

‘I don’t know,’ Stelios confessed. ‘I have the body of a lion and the courage of a mouse. That was why I was lying on the bed, thinking.’

Nell was standing by the window drinking her prosecco. Suddenly she froze.

‘What’s the matter?’ demanded Dora.

‘It’s him! He came out of the underground garage and stared directly up at me.’

‘You’re absolutely sure he saw you?’ asked Stelios.

‘One hundred per cent.’

‘That’s it, then.’ Stelios knocked back his prosecco in one gulp. ‘Whatever we do, we’ll have to do it tonight.’ He jumped off the bed with an agility that was surprising in a man of his proportions. ‘We’ll leave Nell to get dressed in privacy.’

‘Where will I meet you?’ she asked nervously. There was something immensely reassuring about Stelios’s presence.