Follow a Stranger

up there.” His face glowed passionately. “Who knows what

I’ll find?”

“You’re going to leave me here and spend the whole

fortnight alone on that mountain?” she asked incred-

ulously.

“You’ll have Pallas and Sam to keep you company,” he

answered vaguely. “I thought the idea was that you should

have fun with Pallas while I work on the site? You know

you’re never very keen on site work, Kate.”

Angrily conscious of Marc’s amused gaze, she was

silent, and Peter took her agreement for granted. “Well,

I’m very grateful,” he told Marc. “I’ll be off now, then.’' He

shook hands with him, kissed Kate absently and was gone

before she had time to think.

She looked at Marc coldly. He was leaning back in his

chair, his face sardonic.

“You do not look too happy, Miss Caulfield. Your fiancé

will be quite safe, I promise you. My car is taking him as

far as the road goes. We do not have too many roads on

Kianthos. Jake will help him carry up the camping

equipment, and see the camp set up. He has plenty of food

with him. And the goatherds will visit the Peak once a day,

as they always do, with their goats. If anything went

wrong, they would let me know.”

“Goatherds?” she asked curiously.

“There’s a village on the other side of the peak. They

keep goats and have some olive trees. Cheese and olives

are the staple diet, you know. Goat’s cheese and goat’s

milk, and fish, in season. They call the peak To Angkistri.

It means The Hook. There is a local legend about it which I