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Chapter 66

           Ihadjuststrippedoffmyclothesandturnedontheshowerwhenthetelephonerangbythebed.Iwentnakedtoit.Ihadagrimideathatitwouldbethecritic,unsuccessfulatZappeionandnowlookingforatargetforhisendlessChristiannames."Hello.""MeesterOuf."Itwasthenightporter."Thereistelephoneforyou."Therewasaclicketing."Hello?""Oh.IsthatMr.Urfe?"Itwasaman’svoiceIdidn’trecognize.Greek,butwithagoodaccent."Speaking.Whoareyou?""Wouldyoulookoutofyourwindow,please?"Click.Silence.Irattledthehookdown,withnoresult.Themanhadhungup.Isnatchedmydressinggownoffthebed,switchedoutthelight,andracedtothewindow.Mythird-floorroomlookedoutonasidestreet.Therewasayellowtaxiparkedontheoppositesidewithitsbacktome,alittledownthehill.Thatwasnormal.Taxisforthehotelwaitedthere.Amaninawhiteshirtappearedandwalkedquicklyupthefarsideofthestreet,pastthetaxi.Hecrossedtheroadjustbelowme.Therewasnothingstrangeabouthim.Desertedpavements,streetlights,closedshopsanddarkenedoffices,theonetaxi.Themandisappeared.Onlythenwasthereamovement.Directlyoppositeandbeneathmywindowwasastreetlightfixedonthewallovertheentrancetoanarcadeofshops.BecauseoftheangleIcouldnotseetothebackofthearcade.Agirlcameout.Thetaxienginebrokeintolife.SheknewwhereIwas.Shecameouttotheedgeofthepavement,small,unchangedyetchanged,andstaredstraightupatmywindow

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