6
“Good morning, Mr Day. Are you here to see the Curator?”
“Yes, if he’s not busy.”
“I’ll just check with him.”
The receptionist at the Naxos Archaeological Museum picked up the desk phone and pressed a button. After a few words he replaced the handset and told Day to go up to the Curator’s office.
Day took the wide stone steps two at a time with the enthusiasm of a younger man. It was part of his approach to turning forty that he made himself run up escalators and take steps at speed. The only thing he always did at a slow pace, apart from get up in the morning, was drive. Given the twisting mountain roads on the island, that was definitely a good thing.
His friend Aristos Iraklidis, the museum curator, occupied an office on the top floor. The Naxos Museum was housed in another Vene
