12
As they walked back to the car, Day told Helen what the old woman had said. He was despondent again. They had not achieved anything useful, and this Frenchman was unlikely to be Emil Gautier. Day resigned himself to the facts. Looking for Michael’s supposed sanctuary was a waste of time without more information. However, Day badly wanted to find the antiquities dealer from Paris, and he couldn’t sit on his hands, he needed to do something.
Day spoke as if he had already been talking to Helen aloud. “So, although I was going to suggest a bit of lunch round here, why don’t we head north to Apollonas, grab a bite to eat by the sea, and make a few enquiries there about this Frenchman? We could visit the other kouros while we’re there.”
“OK,” she said, quite hungry now. “I don’t mind that
