Topkapi Page #3

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the amount of people that don't, Bishop.

Mack, want to see the nightlife of Kavala?

You want the belly dancers, stripteasers?

You showed me Kavala nightlife.

Remember?

- I'm not expensive...

- No.

- Look work of art!

- I don't want any.

- Only 10 drachma.

- Go to Hell!

Nothing.

- Do I look like a tourist?

- A hustler's dream.

I like the touch of the parasol.

- Genius!

- Come, sucker.

- Genuine antique?

- Oh, madam has a very keen eye.

No, it's an imitation, but of a period

about 1000 BC. But I've got other things.

I'm Arthur Simpson,

the uncrowned king of Kavala nightlife.

- I've got some Minoan cuff links...

- Thank you!

I've got some Hellenistic ones

of the ninth dynasty...

- Hey!

- What? You want me, sir?

Come to the yacht club atter lunch.

Might have a little job for you.

Yes, sir.

Hello, Voula. Voula my doll.

I smell hard currency.

Take the plate.

Off home now, girl, and iron the tie.

- Ah, Simpson!

- Oh, yes, yes.

I know, I know, I know.

You wicked thing, you.

Here comes the schmo.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I ran into an old friend - archaeologist.

- We used to run an art publication.

- Simpson,

- how'd you like to earn a fast buck?

- Sir?

100 bucks, to be precise.

But if you are not interested...

- I am, sir.

- You live here?

Yes, well, while my own place

up there is being done up,

I'm right down...

right down there.

You see that Lincoln?

Don't see many of them in Kavala, sir.

It's been rented by a friend

to take to Turkey. He's going by sea.

- Do you know Istanbul?

- Turkey, oh, yes. Istanbul, yes.

Good. Here's what you will do.

Take the car to the Hilton Hotel, Istanbul.

- Your papers and licence in order?

- Oh yes, Mr... Yes, sir.

Here is the car key.

Leave it with the hotel porter.

Tell him the car is for Mr Plimpton.

Got it? Plimp-ton. P-l-i-m-p...

P-t-o-n. Yes.

They'll want the papers at the border.

They're in the glove department.

Glove department. Yes, sir.

Just one more little thing, Simpson.

This car is worth over $13,000.

If I don't hear from Mr Plimpton

by 5 o'clock tomorrow,

I'll report to the police here.

Understood?

That was uncalled for, sir.

Mr Simpson can be relied on.

He has a very reliable face.

- Thank you, Mrs...

- Miss.

Oh!

- Bon voyage, Mr Simpson.

- Godspeed, Arthur Simpson.

Walter, suppose they really

search the car at the border.

It could happen.

- Suppose they find...

- Finders keepers.

- What about Simpson?

- I'm afraid they will keep him, too.

- They'll ask him about us.

- So? Who is us?

We didn't rent the car,

Plimpton did, and he doesn't exist.

All our plans, all our hopes,

riding in the car with that...

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