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Day drove back to Filoti for a late lunch with Helen and gave her an account of the interview with Cristopoulos. After lunch he picked up his laptop and headed to his room, saying he was going for a nap, though Helen thought he meant to delve into Michael Moralis and his possible connection with Naxos.
She moved to the balcony and looked out. The mule was back from its work and was now tethered by a long rope to graze in the shade of a solitary tree. The breeze had dropped, and subdued voices from houses on the far side of the valley could occasionally be heard. The locals had put up their shutters in every sense and retired for their afternoon rest. At this time of day in Greece everyone knew not to telephone, visit or otherwise disturb their neighbours and friends. Everyone, except p
