Fugitive in Greece... He was moving slowly nearer, a ghost of a figure in the red immensity of that dune landscape, walking with slow uncertain steps ... "Who sent you?" There was hostility, no sign of affection. "I was worried about you." A rasping sound came from his throat, a jeering laugh of disbelief. 'After eight years?" And then - "You're in trouble again. Is that it?' I couldn't help it. I laughed, looking down…