Nico picked up the dishes and hurried into the kitchen.
He turned on his chair for quite some time until he made up his mind.
‘Are you familiar with the name Komninos?’
Nico, who was blowing on the babbles of his coffee, remained with puckered lips.
‘Komninos, you say?’
‘Komninos’.
‘I know five or six of them. Who are you interested in?’
Mario brought his chair near the table.
‘Momninos. Ship-owner. Does it ring a bell?’
‘Many’.
‘Well…’
He hanged from his lips. Nico took a pleasurable sip from his coffee cup and then he talked.
‘There’s been talk around. They say he lent a hand in re-electing Venizelos. Politicians that went to sleep as royalists and woke up as pro-Venizelists. Paper editors who overnight received the true light and instead of writing anti-Venizelist diatribes
