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.Known to be ateppichfresser, a carpet chewer, he'd likely gone down on his knees, once he was alone,and given his favorite rug a good thorough grinding.Zannis got the details on his way to work, from headlines on the newspaperkiosks, from the newspaper he bought--which he read while walking--and from people inthe street.Greece was at war, everybody was talking to everybody, there were nostrangers that day.Least of all the soldiers, reservists called to duty, hundreds of them,many accompanied by wives and children so they could say good-bye at the railway station.And not a soul abroad that morning didn't stop to wish them well."Be careful, my child.""Remember, keep your head down!""You give them a good kick in the ass for me, and don't forget!""So maybe you need a little extra money? A few drachmas?""Here, have a cigarette.I see you're smoking, take it anyhow, for later.""Good luck, take care of yourself."This from Zannis, looking up from his newspaper.He might well be joining them,he thought, before the day was done.In 1934, when he'd become a detective, he hadautomatically been assigned to a General Staff reserve unit in Salonika.If Greece went towar, the army could call up however many detective-grade officers it required because, ina small country, every male below the age of sixty had to be available to serve.According to the paper, there had been a grand dinner party the night before, inAthens.Count Grazzi, the Italian ambassador, had invited the most important people inthe city, including General Metaxas.Seated beneath the crossed flags of Italy and Greece,the guests drank "to our eternal friendship for Greece," Count Grazzi himself havingstood to propose the toast.Eventually, they all went home.But then, at three in themorning, Grazzi was driven to the home of General Metaxas, who came to the door in hisdressing gown.Grazzi presented an ultimatum: Let our army march into your country andoccupy the cities.Metaxas's answer wasn't complicated; it could be seen at the top ofevery front page of every newspaper."No."When Zannis opened the office door, he saw that Sibylla was knitting.Sheworked feverishly; hands moving quickly, needles clicking, a ball of gray wool in her lap."By the time I got to the store," she said, "and they had it open at six-thirty, all the khakiwas gone.Imagine that! Not yet seven-thirty when I got there, and all the khaki woolbought up.""What will it be?""A sweater.One has a choice, sweater or socks, but I'm good at it, so I decided tomake sweaters."All over the country, women were knitting warm clothes for the Greek boys whowould be fighting in the cold mountains.A poor country, less than eight million inpopulation, they had to improvise.So Sibylla's fingers flew and, when the phone rang,she propped the receiver between chin and shoulder and never dropped a stitch.Producing, Zannis thought, a rather curious juxtaposition."And what time did you say hewas murdered?" Click, click.Zannis tried to telephone Vangelis but the line was busy, so he looked over atSaltiel and said, "What about you, Gabi? Are you leaving today?""Too old to fight.Officially.For the time being, I'm to take the place of anambulance driver who's going up to the border with the medical corps.So I get to drivearound the city at night with a siren on.So what's new.""And days?""I'll be here.What about you?""I'm waiting for orders," Zannis said."I'm in a reserve group, we're acommunications unit, and I'm liaison with an officer of the Yugoslav General Staff.Notreally sure what that means, but I guess I'll find out." It was late in the morning when he finally got through to Vangelis."I'm waiting,"Zannis explained, "for a call or a telegram.But I could be ordered to report.Maybe eventoday, or tomorrow.""Have you given any thought to what you might do if they occupy the city?""No, but I suppose I should.""We wouldn't want them to have the files," Vangelis said."After that, it will be upto you.Just remember, if you decide to work underground, be careful with your addressbook.Just in case." He paused, then said, "For the moment, who will run the office?""Saltiel and Sibylla.They'll do fine."Vangelis didn't answer immediately, his way of saying that it wasn't true."I'm notsure what lies ahead, Costa, but if I need you, I may have you brought back.We'll justhave to see how it goes.""We may surprise them," Zannis said."Yes, I think we will," Vangelis said."If we don't run out of bullets."Late in the afternoon, a telephone call for Zannis.Not the General Staff, butRoxanne.She sounded rattled, almost desperate.This was something new--she'd beencool and composed from the first day he'd met her."I didn't want to call you," she said,"but I didn't know what else to do.""What's wrong?""I have to get to the airport [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Known to be ateppichfresser, a carpet chewer, he'd likely gone down on his knees, once he was alone,and given his favorite rug a good thorough grinding.Zannis got the details on his way to work, from headlines on the newspaperkiosks, from the newspaper he bought--which he read while walking--and from people inthe street.Greece was at war, everybody was talking to everybody, there were nostrangers that day.Least of all the soldiers, reservists called to duty, hundreds of them,many accompanied by wives and children so they could say good-bye at the railway station.And not a soul abroad that morning didn't stop to wish them well."Be careful, my child.""Remember, keep your head down!""You give them a good kick in the ass for me, and don't forget!""So maybe you need a little extra money? A few drachmas?""Here, have a cigarette.I see you're smoking, take it anyhow, for later.""Good luck, take care of yourself."This from Zannis, looking up from his newspaper.He might well be joining them,he thought, before the day was done.In 1934, when he'd become a detective, he hadautomatically been assigned to a General Staff reserve unit in Salonika.If Greece went towar, the army could call up however many detective-grade officers it required because, ina small country, every male below the age of sixty had to be available to serve.According to the paper, there had been a grand dinner party the night before, inAthens.Count Grazzi, the Italian ambassador, had invited the most important people inthe city, including General Metaxas.Seated beneath the crossed flags of Italy and Greece,the guests drank "to our eternal friendship for Greece," Count Grazzi himself havingstood to propose the toast.Eventually, they all went home.But then, at three in themorning, Grazzi was driven to the home of General Metaxas, who came to the door in hisdressing gown.Grazzi presented an ultimatum: Let our army march into your country andoccupy the cities.Metaxas's answer wasn't complicated; it could be seen at the top ofevery front page of every newspaper."No."When Zannis opened the office door, he saw that Sibylla was knitting.Sheworked feverishly; hands moving quickly, needles clicking, a ball of gray wool in her lap."By the time I got to the store," she said, "and they had it open at six-thirty, all the khakiwas gone.Imagine that! Not yet seven-thirty when I got there, and all the khaki woolbought up.""What will it be?""A sweater.One has a choice, sweater or socks, but I'm good at it, so I decided tomake sweaters."All over the country, women were knitting warm clothes for the Greek boys whowould be fighting in the cold mountains.A poor country, less than eight million inpopulation, they had to improvise.So Sibylla's fingers flew and, when the phone rang,she propped the receiver between chin and shoulder and never dropped a stitch.Producing, Zannis thought, a rather curious juxtaposition."And what time did you say hewas murdered?" Click, click.Zannis tried to telephone Vangelis but the line was busy, so he looked over atSaltiel and said, "What about you, Gabi? Are you leaving today?""Too old to fight.Officially.For the time being, I'm to take the place of anambulance driver who's going up to the border with the medical corps.So I get to drivearound the city at night with a siren on.So what's new.""And days?""I'll be here.What about you?""I'm waiting for orders," Zannis said."I'm in a reserve group, we're acommunications unit, and I'm liaison with an officer of the Yugoslav General Staff.Notreally sure what that means, but I guess I'll find out." It was late in the morning when he finally got through to Vangelis."I'm waiting,"Zannis explained, "for a call or a telegram.But I could be ordered to report.Maybe eventoday, or tomorrow.""Have you given any thought to what you might do if they occupy the city?""No, but I suppose I should.""We wouldn't want them to have the files," Vangelis said."After that, it will be upto you.Just remember, if you decide to work underground, be careful with your addressbook.Just in case." He paused, then said, "For the moment, who will run the office?""Saltiel and Sibylla.They'll do fine."Vangelis didn't answer immediately, his way of saying that it wasn't true."I'm notsure what lies ahead, Costa, but if I need you, I may have you brought back.We'll justhave to see how it goes.""We may surprise them," Zannis said."Yes, I think we will," Vangelis said."If we don't run out of bullets."Late in the afternoon, a telephone call for Zannis.Not the General Staff, butRoxanne.She sounded rattled, almost desperate.This was something new--she'd beencool and composed from the first day he'd met her."I didn't want to call you," she said,"but I didn't know what else to do.""What's wrong?""I have to get to the airport [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]