13
There was no point in staying to watch the Frenchman eat his lunch. Day and Helen left some money on the table and walked back to the sea wall. Spray had splattered the Fiat with salt water, which had dried crisp and blotchy in the sun. It now looked like a real island car.
The drive back to Filoti seemed long, and the cool of the house was welcome. Day voiced his frustration.
“Such a pity we couldn’t hear what they were saying. No names, no place names, nothing useful.”
“Well, we have my photos.”
“The sunglasses made the men pretty unrecognisable, I’m afraid. It was a good idea of yours, though.”
Helen nodded. “They were probably just innocent visitors, you know, Martin.”
“Probably. We had a good outing, though, and I’m pleased with the bowl. I think I’ll go for a nap. I’ll look
