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âEvery golden moment.â
I laughed out loud, unable to contain it. âThey broke the mould when they made you.â
âSeven hundred and twenty-three years of breeding,â she said. âYou can always tell.â
âYou were the nearest thing to kick.â
âI know. Are things that bad?â
âJust about. Maybe theyâll be satisfied if they lay hands on Guyon.â
âAnd if not?â
âEight years of sweat down the slot.â
I moved a few paces away, ears strained as I heard an engine start up down in the harbour.
âTell me about your wife,â she said in a matter-of-fact voice.
âYouâve been talking to Morgan?â
âI truly believe heâd do anything for me.â
Curiously enough I didnât feel annoyed. Was even prepared to speak the name itself for the first time in years, a thing Iâd had a superstitious dread of doing.
âItâs soon told. I met Grace just after the end of the Palestine troubles in 1948. I was a lieutenant then, commissioned from the ranks at the end of the war. Gallant record, decorated, lots of promise. On paper, anyway.â
âWhat went wrong?â
âI made captain and that was it. Eight years later after Malaya, Korea, Cyprus, I was still the same rank.â
âAny particular reason?â
âI wasnât at my best when dealing with my superiors and Iâd hung on to my Irish passport. They didnât care for that. Grace and I only saw each other about twice a year anyway and there were no children which didnât help. She dropped me in fifty-seven and married again the following year. An American.â
âHas it worked out?â
âAs far as I know. Heâs got shares in Fort Knox.â
âSo you decided to prove yourself by becoming salvage king of the Mediterranean?â
âSomething like that.â I grinned. âAll by accident, mind you. I resigned my commission and bought the Gentle Jane , which took about everything I had. Iâd fancy ideas about making a living as a sponge diver in the Aegean and doing a bit of archaeological diving on the side. There can be real money in that if you know what youâre doing. They have every kind of ship from the Bronze Age onwards at the bottom in those parts if you know where to look. I could take you to a reef off the Turkish coast near the Dodecanese where theyâve found traces of eleven different wrecks starting with the Bronze Age and ending with a Turkish transport of the Crimean War period.â
âDid any of this work out?â
âNot really. There isnât the demand for real sponges that there used to be. Oh, there was a living, but a damned poor one and finding new Bronze Age wrecks turned out to be rather more difficult than I had imagined.â
âWhat happened next?â
âYanni Kytros,â I said simply. âI started running American cigarettes into Italy for him. Amongst other things.â
âSpare me the details. The salvage work came later?â
âIt was what I wanted to do. Iâd had a lot of experience at that kind of thing in the Marines. Itâs another world down there, you know. Something you canât really describe.â
âI had a brother who felt the same way about flying.â
âThatâs it exactly. There was just Morgan and myself back in fifty-nine when we started. I had a crew of Egyptian deckhands, but we did all the diving. Raised a Lebanese coaster that had gone down in fifteen fathoms and cleared twenty thousand pounds.â
âAnd never looked back. Tell me something. Why did you dive on your own today? Isnât that considered dangerous?â
âHakim was in a hurry and it pays to keep in with the Ministry crowd. And there was no one else available.â
âWhat about Morgan?â
âBut I told you,â I said. âHeâs had it. Oh, there was a time when he was good.