Skios

37

One by one and two by two the tall flutes of champagne vanished from the waiters’ trays. One by one and two by two they wandered among the ruins in the gathering dusk, trying to find other glasses of champagne to talk to, keeping themselves pleasantly occupied by refracting in their pale sparkling depths the torches already flaring around the masonry, the riding lights on the yachts along the waterfront below, and the silently laboring right arms of the string quartet.

“So romantic!” said Rosamund Chailey to Darling Erlunder.

“You feel any moment you might see Agamemnon’s fleet sail over the horizon!” said Russell Pond to Mrs. Comax.

“Or Athena come round with the canapés!” said Mrs. Comax.

“And here’s Nikki, our very own goddess, instead!” said Chuck Friendly.

“Nikki, this is all so divine! But where is our Apollo? Our heavenly Dr. Wilfred?”

“I’m just looking for him myself,” said Nikki.

“We all have so many questions we want to ask him!” said Morton Rinkleman.

“So have I,” said Nikki. She moved on.

“Poor Nikki,” said Mrs. Comax. “She looks just desperate!”

“Such a load she’s carrying on those lovely young shoulders of hers!” said Mrs. Friendly.

* * *

A flute of champagne and a plate of canapés sailed head high through the guests still getting out of taxis and limousines in front of the lodge. “Oh, Nikki!” said Elli. “That’s so sweet of you! I think everyone has forgot me, sitting here in my box like a doll in a shop and nobody wants her.”

“You haven’t seen Dr. Wilfred, have you, Elli?” said Nikki. “Our lecturer? He hasn’t phoned, by any chance?”

“Oh my God!” said Elli. “He’s not here?”

“I can’t find him.”

“But it’s nearly time!”

“I know.”

“He’s got lost again! This great brain, and he can’t find his way from the guest room to breakfast! He phones me. ‘All I can see is goats,’ he says.”

“Anyway, if he phones now, or if you see him…”

“I call you at once, Nikki. Oh my God!”

Yes, oh my God, thought Elli, as Nikki hurried away again. She loses the great man just before his lecture — she never gets to be director! And what happens to me? I never get to be Mrs. Fred Toppler’s PA, and I’m stuck here in this glass box forever!

* * *

“Sixty-three euros,” said Stavros. “I take a credit card. Not a problem.”

There were no overworked glass doors here, only a striped barrier pole and uniformed security staff. No obesity, no sunburn, only slim and distinguished-looking people presenting gilt-edged invitation cards with raised italic print. Dr. Wilfred had finally arrived at his destination.

“Invitation,” said the security man.

“I’m your lecturer,” said Dr. Wilfred. “Your guest of honor.”

“No invitation?” said the security man. “No admission.”

* * *

“Sixty-nine euros,” said Spiros. “I accept Visa and MasterCard. No problem.”

“Wait here,” said Oliver. “I’m coming back. I’m just fetching my passport.”

“Invitation,” said the security man.

“You’re Giorgios, right?” said Oliver. “You saw me before. Nikki’s guest, remember?”

“No guest come in,” said Giorgios, “only he have invitation.”

* * *

The first security man looked dubiously through Dr. Wilfred’s passport, and then through the text of his lecture.

“I haven’t got an invitation to the lecture,” said Dr. Wilfred, “because I am the lecturer. It’s me who is giving the lecture for which the invitations have been issued. This is the lecture I am giving.”

He was surprising himself once again by the patience and politeness he was managing to display. The security man turned back to the beginning of the lecture and began slowly to turn all the pages over again.

“I know it says I am in Kuala Lumpur,” said Dr. Wilfred. “Or Western Australia. But they are deleted. I am here, in Skios. I shall put that in before I start.”

He couldn’t help noticing that there was someone else who was also being refused admission by one of the other security people. Also no invitation, and in his case no passport or lecture to offer in lieu.

“Come,” said the security man. Still holding Dr. Wilfred’s passport and lecture he led the way towards some kind of lodge or gatehouse. Dr. Wilfred kept very close to him, never taking his eyes off the lecture.

* * *

“I’m so sorry, Dr. Wilfred!” a familiar voice called out to Oliver from the darkness. “We’re going to miss your lecture!”

Mr. and Mrs. Chuck Friendly, the second-richest couple in the state of Rhode Island, were emerging from the pedestrian gate beside the barrier, on their way out with a couple of companions.

“We were really looking forward to it!” said Mrs. Friendly.

“I have to fly back to the States,” said Chuck.

“A sudden summons!” said Mrs. Friendly. “Right out of the wide blue yonder!”

“So, Dr. Wilfred, why aren’t you in there drinking champagne with all the rest of them?”

“No invitation,” said Oliver. “They won’t let me in!”

Mr. and Mrs. Friendly both laughed. “I love it!” said Mr. Friendly. He fetched out his wallet. “Here’s his invitation,” he said to Giorgios and slipped something into Giorgios’s shirt pocket.

Giorgios shrugged and waved Oliver in.

“Let’s hope we meet again!” said Chuck Friendly to Oliver. “I have a number of ideas about the possibility of creating something out of nothing that are remarkably consonant with yours, and I greatly look forward to exploring them with you!”

He raised his arm to wave good-bye, and Oliver couldn’t help noticing the gleam of the handcuffs that connected him to one of his companions.

* * *

The young woman behind the screen inside the lodge finished the phone call she had been making and looked at the passport and the lecture that the security man was holding.

“Dr. Wilfred!” she said. “It’s you! You’re here! Hi! I’m so happy! We talk, talk, talk on the phone, but I never see you! Where you been? You get lost again? You get eaten from goats? Nikki’s going crazy! I call her.” She dialed as she talked. “You just got time to change! You know where to find your room? No, you don’t! You’re going to get lost again! You’re going to phone me—‘Where am I?’

“Wait — I get you a buggy … Nikki! He’s here!”