at him in astonishment. ‘Do you mean Father John Mikali? But I met him when I was here during the war and he was at least seventy then.’
‘A very wonderful old man.’
Lomax got to his feet and moved to the door. ‘Thanks for the advice. I’ll see you later.’
‘On the pier at four o’clock,’ Kytros told him. ‘And remember, Mr Lomax. Time is your enemy.’
He pulled a sheaf of papers forward and reached for a pen and Lomax went outside and walked back along the waterfront.
Chapter 3
Two Candles for St Katherine
The lights in the little church were very dim and down by the altar the candles flickered and St Katherine seemed to float out of the darkness bathed in a soft white light.
The smell of incense was overpowering and for a moment he felt a little giddy. It was a long time since he had been in a church and he stretched out a hand and touched the cold roughness of a pillar in the darkness to bring himself back to reality and moved down the aisle.
Father John Mikali knelt in prayer by the altar. His pure, almost childlike face was raised to heaven and in the candlelight the beard gleamed like silver against his dark robes.
Lomax sat on one of the wooden benches and waited and after a while the old priest crossed himself and got to his feet. When he turned and saw Lomax he showed no visible emotion.
Lomax got to his feet slowly. ‘A long time, Father.’
‘I was told you were here,’ Father John said.
Lomax shrugged. ‘News travels fast in a small town.’
The old priest nodded. ‘Especially bad news.’
‘You too?’ Lomax said bitterly. ‘Now I know I’m in trouble.’
‘It is not for me to judge you,’ Father John said, ‘but it was foolish of you to return. Once the grass has grown over a grave it is not good to disturb it.’
‘All I want are the answers to a few questions,’ Lomax said. ‘If you of all people won’t help me, who will?’
Father John sat down on one of the benches. ‘First, let me ask you a question. Why have you returned to Kyros after all this time?’
Lomax shrugged. ‘An impulse, I suppose.’
But there was more to it than that – much more. He squeezed his hands together and frowned, trying to get it straight in his own mind.
After a while he said slowly, ‘I think I came here looking for something.’
‘It would interest me to know what,’ the old man said.
Lomax shrugged. ‘I’m not really sure. Myself, perhaps. The man I lost back there in the past so many years ago.’
‘And you thought to find him here on Kyros?’
‘But this was where he existed, Father. Don’t you see that? During the past two or three years a strange thing’s been happening to me. The events that other man was involved in here in these islands so many years ago seem more real to me than those things which have happened since. More important in every way. Does that make any kind of sense?’
The old priest sighed. ‘Captain Lomax, for these people that man has been dead for seventeen years. It would have been better if you had not resurrected him.’
‘All right, Father,’ Lomax said. ‘Let’s get down to hard facts. The last view I had of Kyros was from the deck of the E-boat which was taking me to Crete after the Germans had captured me. What happened after I left?’
‘Everyone who helped you was arrested,’ Father John said. ‘Including their immediate relatives. Some were shot in the main square as an example, the rest were sent to a concentration camp in Greece. Few survived the ill-treatment.’
‘And the people think I was responsible? That I betrayed them?’
‘You were the logical person and the fact that the Germans failed to execute you seemed to prove it. After all, they usually shot any British officer they caught who’d been working in the mountains with the Resistance.’
‘But that’s ridiculous,’ Lomax said.
‘You were badly wounded, perhaps even a little delirious. How can you be sure? In such a state, a man does strange things.’
‘Not a chance,’ Lomax said stubbornly. ‘I didn’t talk, Father. Believe me.’
The old man sighed. ‘It’s painful to have to tell you this, but I can see that I must. Colonel Steiner made no secret of the fact that he had persuaded you to give him the information he needed in exchange for your life.’
Lomax felt as if a cold wind had passed over his face. ‘But that isn’t true,’ he said. ‘It can’t be. I didn’t tell Steiner a damn thing.’
‘Then who did, Captain Lomax? There was no one else. They were very thorough, you know. They even included me.’
Lomax looked at him incredulously. ‘They arrested you?’
Father John smiled gently. ‘Oh, yes. I too sampled the delights of their concentration camp at Fonchi.’
Lomax buried his face in his hands. ‘This thing’s beginning to seem like a waking nightmare. Did you know that Alexias Pavlo actually tried to kill me a little while back?’
Pain flashed across the old man’s face. ‘So it has started already? And violence breeds violence. This was what I was afraid of.’
Lomax got up and paced nervously across the aisle. For a moment he stood there staring into space, a slight frown on his face, and then he turned quickly.
‘If I’d really been guilty of this terrible thing do you think I’d have dared show my face here again, even after seventeen years? I know these islands and their people. I spent four years in the mountains with them. They believe in an eye for an eye and they’ve the longest memories in the world.’
‘A good point,’ Father John said, ‘but it could be argued that the situation here has taken you by surprise. That you were not aware of what took place as a consequence of your action.’
Lomax stood looking at him feeling curiously helpless and then weariness flooded through him in a great wave.
He slumped down, his shoulders bowed in defeat. ‘For God’s sake, what’s the use?’
The old priest stood up. ‘Believe me, my son, I harbour no resentment against you, but I fear the evil that your presence here may produce. I think it would be better for all of us if you left on the steamer that brought you here. You still have time.’
Lomax nodded. ‘Perhaps you’re right.’
Father John murmured a blessing. ‘I must go now. My presence in the streets may help to prevent any expression
