Gordon Merrick

By seven, the last rocky barrier had been surmounted and the town was exposed at last to a blaze of white stinging light, and the business of the day had begun.

Peter’s tax position was the primary consideration since he had had most of the money in those days.

A lousy thousand drachmas.

That was why he had pulled out the wad of bills.

Beneath it, Sarah sensed a watchfulness that puzzled her and she became defensively chatty.

With a long exhalation of breath she let herself go limp. How much longer must she wait?