She turned in surprise wondering who could be calling on her so early in the morning.
A small sallow-skinned man came into the room.
He advanced towards her and, as he drew nearer, she could see his dark hair and even darker eyes.
Even before he spoke she guessed that he was Greek.
“You are Miss Melville?” he asked with a distinct accent.
“I am.”
“My name is Ion Thespidos, and I wish to talk to you.”
“Yes – of course.”
Corena indicated a chair saying,
“Will you sit down?”
The man obeyed her and she sat in another chair opposite him, wondering why he was here.
Then suddenly, as if she realised that she had been very obtuse, she stiffened as she thought his visit must concern her father.
Perhaps something had happened to him.
She did not speak, but her heart was beginning to bea
