Minourkos smiled at my plan, then he put the call through. He placed the napkin over his mouth and tried to change his voice. In a moment he was speaking to someone at the penthouse. He asked for Nikkor Minourkos, and then listened to their excuse. He asked to speak to Madoupas. There was more talk and he insisted. Then he was speaking to the man who was posing as Madoupas, an Athenian actor whose real name, Stavros had told Minourkos, was Yianis Tzanni. Minourkos asked the questions about himself and waited for the pat answers and then asked if he might make a date for a personal interview with Mr. Minourkos. He was refused, and the conversation was over. He hung up and looked at us.
"It is like a bad dream," he said. "It is as if I really am at the penthouse and Madoupas is answering the phone for me as he always did. They know my habits well. And this Tzanni's voice is exactly that of my dead friend Salaka."
"Who answered the phone first?" I asked.
"Some young man. He was not a Greek. Probably one of Stavros' hoodlums."
"It sounds as if they're well entrenched," Erika said.
"Yes, it does," I agreed. "With all of Athens thinking it's Nikkor Minourkos up there in that penthouse, it's a serious situation. Stavros may even have police protection up there. Or soldiers from his growing private army."
"If I just go to the police, or to the junta itself, and tell them what happened," Minourkos said, "they will have to believe me. Even if they think I have suddenly gone mad, they will be obligated to check out my story. They will then find out what has happened."
"It could be dangerous," Erika said.
"She's right," I agreed. "At this point, we don't know how many friends Stavros had made in his own name. Anyway, if we just throw this out into the open, we'll force Stavros to make a move — probably a big one. He might just decide to try a coup without your name behind it. He has a military group in readiness and a lot of ambitious military leaders around him who don't care who is behind a takeover. And even if he made a move and failed, there would be blood spilled. A lot of it. No, Mr. Minourkos. We're going to sneak up on Stavros. In my country, this is the part we call in-fighting. Erika here has orders to execute Stavros, and so do I. If our mission succeeds, that's exactly what will happen to him. If it fails the authorities will be much more civilized with him. And God help you if they can't stop him in time."
"All right, Mr. Carter," Minourkos said. "I put myself in your capable hands. How do we sneak up on Mr. Stavros?"
I smiled at Erika, and she returned it. "I think you mentioned that Stavros boasted about using one of your relatives, a brother-in-law named Kriezotou who's a general in the army?"
"Yes," Minourkos said. "He is not a strong man, I must say. He married my younger sister before I had made my fortune, and they have a fine marriage. But Vassilis would have remained at some lesser rank in the army if it had not been for my influence. He feels indebted to me, rightfully, for what he has in life. So it would be natural for him to go along with any scheme I would propose.
"Stavros found this out. He is a thorough man, Mr. Carter, a man not to be taken lightly. He must have made a tape of some kind to play to Vassilis on the telephone, and then sent the man posing as Salaka Madoupas, my secretary. The imposter must have then convinced Vassilis that I was depending on him."
"Do you know how Stavros may have used the general?"
"He hinted that Vassilis would be asked to organize and train a secret force of soldiers and to convince other military men to join the conspiracy."
"Yes," I mused. "Very neat. Does your brother-in-law live here in Athens?"
"He does," Minourkos said. "On the outskirts of the city to the north."
"Will you take us to him?" I asked.
"It will be my pleasure," Minourkos replied.
I called a cab, and we drove out to General Kriezotou's residence in the early evening. I made Minourkos wear a hat that covered part of his face until we got there. The general's house was a small mansion in a rich suburb of Athens, with a winding gravel drive to the house. I was impressed with what Minourkos could do for an ordinary man.
When the general met us at the door, Minourkos removed the hat. Kriezotou just stared for a very long moment. Then he threw his arms wide to embrace Minourkos.
"Nikkor!" he exclaimed, clasping Minourkos warmly. He was a tall, gray-haired man with kind of De Gaulle face and soft eyes. He was wearing a tan uniform with braid on the shoulders and ribbons strung across the front.
"Kali mera sas, Vassilis," Minourkos said warmly, returning the embrace. "Sigha, sigha. It is all right."
"It is so good for you to visit," Vassilis said. "Come. Come in." His gesture included all of us.
We stepped into a large hall with a winding staircase at its rear and urns decorating its walls. The general then led us into an oak-paneled library with thick carpeting and many soft leather chairs. We all sat down, and the general asked if we cared for a drink, which we declined. Minourkos introduced Erika and me by our last names only.
"This is a great shock, Nikkor," Kriezotou said. "I wish Anna were here. She is visiting her cousin in Piraeus."
"It is perhaps better this way, Vassilis," Minourkos said.
"Dhen katalave no," Kriezotou remarked. "Is everything all right with you? You appear pale."
"I am fine," Minourkos answered. "Thanks to these people."
The general glanced at us. "Nikkor, all this has been so strange. Your refusing to see me when you started your — may I speak freely?"
"Yes, freely," Minourkos said.
"Well, I did not understand your asking help in such an important mission without a personal meeting. Frankly, I have been quite upset about all this. I am not convinced of the advisability of a…"
"Coup?" Minourkos completed the sentence.
Kriezotou glanced at us again. "Well, yes." He kneaded his big knuckles. "I have given instructions to the men at the special camps at Delphi and Mykonos, and I have persuaded Adelria and others that your new cause is just, but…"
"But you don't believe it yourself?"
Minourkos asked hopefully.
Kriezotou lowered his head. "Me sinhori te, Nikkor," he said. "I am sorry, but I do not think Greece needs another coup. I have done what you asked, but I have wanted to speak with you about all this, person to person, from the beginning those many weeks ago."
"Do not worry, Vassilis," Minourkos said in a soothing voice. "I do not wish a coup."
Kriezotou's face registered shock for the second time in a brief period. "No?" he said. "You have changed your mind?"
"Vassilis, I have to explain something to you, and I want you to listen carefully," Minourkos said.
Kriezotou sat back in a big chair and listened as Minourkos told him the whole story. Kriezotou did not interrupt once, although incredulity passed across his big face a few times. When Minourkos was finished, Kriezotou just sat there and shook his head slowly. He reached into a pocket and produced a string of worry beads and began thumbing them through his fingers.
"Incredible!" he finally said.
"But true," Minourkos said.
"General, we're here to stop this man for good, and we need your help. Only you can give us last minute inside information on Stavros," I said.
Kriezotou finally got hold of himself. "Of course," he agreed. "I will do everything I can. I am so relieved that Nikkor is not behind this!
"A smear campaign is in progress through one newspaper, and most of it is directed against Colonel Anatole Kotsikas. It has even been suggested that Kotsikas is a traitor and owes his allegiance to Moscow. This is not true. Kotsikas is liberal, but he is not a Communist He is the moving force behind the recent political reforms and the sponsor of the forthcoming general elections."