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Because you wouldn

t have kissed someone you really thought was mentally unbalanced like that.

She added,

At least I hope you wouldn

t.

I said nothing.

Honestly, we

re not blaming you. I know how clever she is at suggesting that the madness is in everyone around her. The damsel-in-distress line.

But there was something faintly interrogative behind her tone of voice in that last little phrase, as if she wasn

t quite certain how I would react

how far I could be pushed.


She

s certainly cleverer at that than the line you

re taking.

She was silent a long moment.

You don

t believe me?


You know I don

t believe you. And I think your sister

s mean to still doubt me.

She left a longer silence still.


We couldn

t both get away together.

She added in a lower voice,

I wanted to be sure, too.


Sure of what?


That you are what you claim.


I

ve told her the truth.


As she keeps claiming. With a little too much enthusiasm to make me feel she

s in a fit state to judge.

She added drily,

Which I now begin to understand. At least physically.


You can easily check that I work at a school on the other side of the island.


We know there

s a school. I don

t suppose you have any means of identification on you?


This is ridiculous.


Not so ridiculous, in present circumstances, as my not asking.

I had to grant some justice to that.

I haven

t got my passport. A Greek
permis de s
é
jour,
if that

s any good.


May I see it? Please?

I fished in my back pocket, then struck three or four matches while she examined the
permis.
It gave my name, address and profession. She handed it back.


Satisfied?

Her voice was serious.

You swear you

re not working for him?


Only in the sense you know. That I

ve been told Julie is undergoing some kind of experimental cure for schizophrenia. Which I

ve never believed. Or never face-to-face with her.


You never met Maurice before you came here a month ago?


Categorically not.


Or signed a contract of any sort with him?

I looked at her.

Meaning you have?


Yes. But not for what

s happening.

She hesitated.

Julie will tell you tomorrow.


I wouldn

t mind seeing some documentary evidence either.


All right. That

s fair enough.

She dropped her cigarette and
screwed it out. Her next question came out of the blue.

Are there any police on the island?


A sergeant, two men. Why do you ask?


I
just wondered.

I drew a breath.

Let me get this straight. First of all you were ghosts. Then you were schizophrenics. Now you

re next week

s consignment to the seraglio.


Sometimes I almost wish we were. It would be simpler.

She said quickly,

Nicholas, I

m notorious for never taking anything very seriously, and that

s partly why we

re here, and even now it

s fun in a way

but we really are just two English girls who

ve got themselves into such deep waters these last two months that…

she broke
off
, and there was a silence between us.


Do you share Julie

s fascination for Maurice?

She didn

t answer for a moment, and I looked at her. She had a wry smile.


I have a suspicion that you and I are going to understand each other.


You don

t share it?

She looked down.

She

s academically much brighter than I am, but … I do have a sort of basic common-sense she lacks. I smell a rat if I don

t understand what

s going on. Julie tends to be all starry-eyed about it.


Why did you bring up the police?


Because we

re prisoners here. Oh, very subtle prisoners. No expense spared, there aren

t any bars
– I
gather she

s told you we

re constantly being assured we can go home whenever we like. Except that somehow we

re always being shepherded and watched.


Are we safe at the moment?


I hope so. But I must go soon.


I can easily get the police. If you want.


That

s a relief.


And what

s
your
theory about what

s going on?

She gave me a rueful smile.

I was going to ask you that.


I accept he has been genuinely connected with psychiatry.


He questions Julie for hours after you

ve been here. What you said, how you behaved, what lies she told you … all the rest of it. It

s as if he gets some vicarious thrill from knowing every detail.


And he does hypnotize her?


He

s done us both

me only once. That extraordinary … you had it?


Yes.


And Julie several times. To help her learn her parts. All the facts about the Lily thing. Then a whole session on how a schizophrenic would behave.


Does he question her while she

s under?


To be fair, no. He

s always scrupulous about whichever one of us isn

t being hypnotized being present. I

ve always been there listening.


But you have doubts?

She hesitated again.

There

s something that worries us. A sort of voyeuristic side. The feeling we have that he

s watching you two falling for each other.

She looked at me.

Has Julie told you about three hearts?

She must have seen by my face that the answer was no.

I

d rather she told you. Tomorrow.


What three hearts?


The original idea wasn

t that I should always stay in the background.


And?


I

d rather she told you.

I made a guess.

You and me?

She hesitated.

It has been dropped now. Because of what

s happened. But we suspect it was always meant to be dropped. Which leaves me wondering why I

m here at all.


But it

s vile. We

re not just pawns on a chessboard.


As he knows full well, Nicholas. It

s not just that he wants to be mysterious to us. He wants us to be mysterious to him.

She smiled and murmured,

Anyway, speaking for myself, I

m not sure I don

t wish it hadn

t been dropped.


Can I tell your sister that?

She grinned and looked down.

You mustn

t take me too seriously.


I

ve already begun to realize that.

She let a little silence pass.

Julie

s only just got over a particularly messy affaire, Nicholas. That

s one reason she wanted to be out of
England.


She has my sympathies.


So I understand. What I

m trying to say is that I don

t want to see her hurt again.


She won

t be hurt by me.

She leant forward.

She has a kind of genius for picking the wrong men. I don

t know you, so that

s not meant personally at all. Simply that her past record doesn

t give me much confidence.

She said,

I

m being over-protective.


She doesn

t need protecting from me.


I just mean that she

s always looking for poetry and passion and sensitivity, the whole Romantic kitchen. I live on a rather simpler diet.

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