The Dark Side of the Island. Jack Higgins

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СКАЧАТЬ ‘But I gave you my courage a long time ago, remember?’

      She nodded, her face serious. ‘I remember.’

      For a little while they sat there staring at each other and then she gently released his hand and stood up. ‘I’ll only be a moment.’

      He watched her go down to the altar and drop to one knee, then she stood up, selected two candles and placed them under the statue of St Katherine. It was only as she lit them with a taper that he realised who they were for and a lump came into his throat that threatened to choke him.

      He got to his feet and walked blindly through the half-darkness to the door.

      Chapter 4

       The Bronze Achilles

      Outside in the square it was very hot and he stayed in the shade of the porch and smoked a cigarette as he waited for her.

      Once, Anna appeared in the door of the hotel with a bucket and cloth as if intending to wipe down the outside tables, but at the sight of him, she drew back hurriedly.

      It was quiet and deserted, the shadows long and black as the afternoon waned, and nothing stirred. He stood there, the cigarette burning between his fingers as he stared moodily out into the square and in some strange way it was as if he was waiting for something to happen.

      There was a slight movement behind and he turned. Katina looked gravely up at him.

      He smiled gently. ‘It was a long time ago.’

      Suddenly, there were tears in her eyes and he slipped an arm about her shoulders and held her close. They stayed there in the cool shadow of the porch for a little while and then she sighed and pushed him away.

      ‘We must go. If you intend to catch that boat, you’re running out of time.’

      He followed her out on to the steps, his mind in a turmoil. At that moment, Yanni staggered into the square from the street that led down to the waterfront.

      His clothes were torn and covered in dust and his face was streaked with tears as he sobbed uncontrollably. In his arms, he held the little black dog.

      Katina was already running to meet him and by the time Lomax arrived, she was on her knees in front of the boy. ‘What is it, Yanni? What’s happened?’

      He held out the dog in his arms. Its head lolled to one side, the neck obviously broken, and there was froth on its mouth.

      ‘It was Dimitri,’ he said. ‘Dimitri killed him.’

      ‘But why?’ Katina demanded.

      ‘Because I helped Mr Lomax,’ Yauni sobbed. ‘Because I helped Mr Lomax.’

      The rage that erupted inside Lomax was a searing flame that seemed to fuse with his whole being. He started forward and Katina said, ‘Hugh!’

      When he turned, her face was very white, the eyes so dark a man could never fathom them.

      ‘Be careful,’ she said. ‘He’s already served two years in prison for manslaughter. When he’s been smoking hashish, he doesn’t know what he’s doing.’

      He turned and walked quickly across the square and when he entered the street, he started to run. By the time he merged on the waterfront he was soaked in sweat and people turned to stare curiously at him.

      This time he could hear no music coming from The Little Ship and he went straight down the steps without pausing and came to a halt just inside the door.

      There were perhaps a dozen people sitting drinking and none of them had been there on his earlier visit. The man behind the bar was one of those who had held him across the table for Alexias. He was in the act of pouring wine into a glass and his mouth went slack in amazement.

      Every head turned and Lomax examined the faces quickly and then crossed to the bar. ‘I’m looking for Dimitri.’

      The barman shrugged. ‘Why ask me? I’m not his keeper.’

      He picked up a glass and started to dry it with a soiled cloth and Lomax turned slowly and crossed the room. Dimitri’s bouzouki still leaned beside the chair where he had left it and Lomax picked it up and smashed it against the wall in a single violent gesture.

      He turned to face the room and no one moved. ‘I asked for Dimitri,’ he said calmly.

      For a moment, they all sat there looking at him quietly, and then an old man with white hair and a moustache burned brown by tobacco said, ‘He is on the pier waiting to see you leave.’

      Lomax turned and went back up the steps into the hot sunlight. He crossed the road on the run and moved along the wharf.

      The steamer was almost ready to leave and he could see Papademos up on the bridge leaning out of an open window, shouting down orders to the sailors on the pier as they started to loosen the mooring ropes.

      There were perhaps two dozen people standing about in small groups. Alexias leaned against a pillar, a cigar between his teeth, and little Nikoli with the scarred face stood with him.

      It was Nikoli who saw Lomax first and he tugged at the big man’s sleeve and pointed and Alexias said something quickly and every head turned.

      Half of them were young waterfront layabouts in brightly checked shirts, hair carefully curled over their collars. They were of a type to be found in every country in the world. Mean vicious young animals who thrived on trouble.

      One of them turned and made a remark and they all laughed and then Lomax saw Dimitri at the back of them. He was leaning against a windlass, a cigarette smouldering between his lips as he shaved a piece of wood with his gutting knife.

      As Lomax approached, the crowd parted and he paused a couple of feet away from Dimitri. The bouzouki player was humming tunelessly to himself. He didn’t even bother to raise his head.

      Alexias moved forward, Nikoli at his side. ‘This is the wrong time to seek trouble, Lomax. The boat leaves in five minutes.’

      Lomax turned very slowly and looked at him contemptuously. ‘When I want to hear from you I’ll let you know. Once you were a man, but now...’

      As he turned away, Dimitri reached to the cobbles for another piece of wood and Lomax kicked it out of his way.

      Dimitri looked up slowly. His eyes were very pale, the pupils like pin-points. He still kept on humming to himself, but a muscle twitched spasmodically at one side of his jaw.

      ‘With children and dogs you’re quite a man,’ Lomax said clearly so that all could hear. ‘How about trying someone a little nearer your own size?’

      One moment, the bouzouki player was lolling back against the windlass, the next he had moved forward, the knife cutting upwards like molten silver in the sunlight.

      Lomax could have broken the arm with supreme ease. Instead, he pivoted and chopped down with the edge of his hand. Dimitri screamed, dropping the knife, and Lomax kicked it over the edge of the pier into the water.

      He felt completely cool СКАЧАТЬ