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Authors: Carolyn Keene
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Helen spoke to a guard who consented to admit the group.
“Isn’t it marvelous?” Helen cried in delight.
She stepped lightly down a stone aisle and paused to gaze at rows of seats that fanned out from the big stage. She motioned the others to join her. George, Mrs. Thompson, and Bess went ahead of Nancy, who stopped to adjust the strap on her sandal. She became aware of two men talking below her in Greek but paid little attention to them until she heard the name Nicholas!
Excitedly, the girl detective hurried down the steps toward Helen. “Did you hear that?” she whispered.
Helen nodded and held up her hands for the others to be quiet. She was trying to overhear the rest of the conversation.
Suddenly, her eyes flashed. “Nancy!” she gasped. “My cousin is hiding in Pireaus!”
“And to think we were just there!” Nancy said.
“I guess it’s time for a return trip,” George put in.
“But in daylight, please,” Bess commented, gazing up at the dark-blue sky.
The next morning, Nancy volunteered to drive everyone to Piraeus. The harbor was filled with ocean-going tankers and freighters that dwarfed the smaller boats.
“Where shall we go first?” Bess asked.
“I suggest,” Helen said, “we park the car and just walk around a bit.”
“That’s fine with me,” Nancy agreed.
All of the conversations they overheard were in Greek. Helen listened closely to one or two of them.
“Anything important?” Bess inquired afterward.
“Possibly,” Helen replied. “The men over there said the police have been inspecting freight shipments for some stolen ancient vases. Then I heard the name Isakos.”
“Isakos!” the girls chorused.
Nancy scooted to the workmen. “What do you know about Mr. Isakos or Constantine Nicholas?” she asked. Helen, who was behind her, translated the question. The men merely shrugged their shoulders.
“They claim they don’t know anything,” Helen told her.
“But you heard them,” Nancy said.
Helen repeated the question. This time, however, she spoke at length. The men in turn gave a long answer.
“What did they say?” Nancy asked Helen eagerly when the exchange of words had ended.
“Not much, really. They didn’t tell me any more than I overheard originally. Only that the police have been asking them if they knew a man by the name of Isakos. Apparently, no one does.”
The group walked on until suddenly George stopped and pointed to something on the wall of the wharf.
“Look at this!” she exclaimed excitedly.
The initials D.G. were carved in the wall. Drawn around the letters was the figure of a serpent!
“What’s so unusual about that?” Helen asked. “It’s only graffiti.”
“There are things scribbled all over the place around here,” Mrs. Thompson said.
“But this could refer to Dimitri Georgiou,” Nancy pointed out.
“Oh, my goodness! Do you really think so? Helen responded.
“Definitely. ”
Ahead of the group was a shipwright who was repairing a hole in the hull of a freighter. Nancy hurried forward, mentioning Dimitri Georgiou’s name. The man stopped working and nodded.
He knows him! Nancy thought.
He climbed down his ladder and disappeared for a moment, returning in a few moments with a tall, muscular man.
“Dimitrious Georgiakis,” the shipwright smiled, now revealing a prominent space between his upper front teeth.
Nancy and her companions, who stood near her, responded with disappointed faces. Helen told the men they were looking for someone else.
“Will you ask them, too, if this boat goes to the States?” Nancy requested.
“Óhi, no,” was the answer.
“I wonder,” Nancy said, “if the fake artifacts are shipped first to another country like Italy or France before they’re sent on to the United States.”
“For what purpose?” George asked.
“To protect the identities of the people involved here. ”
Interrupting their tour of the harbor, the young detectives decided to talk to the local
“Isn’t it marvelous?” Helen cried in delight.
She stepped lightly down a stone aisle and paused to gaze at rows of seats that fanned out from the big stage. She motioned the others to join her. George, Mrs. Thompson, and Bess went ahead of Nancy, who stopped to adjust the strap on her sandal. She became aware of two men talking below her in Greek but paid little attention to them until she heard the name Nicholas!
Excitedly, the girl detective hurried down the steps toward Helen. “Did you hear that?” she whispered.
Helen nodded and held up her hands for the others to be quiet. She was trying to overhear the rest of the conversation.
Suddenly, her eyes flashed. “Nancy!” she gasped. “My cousin is hiding in Pireaus!”
“And to think we were just there!” Nancy said.
“I guess it’s time for a return trip,” George put in.
“But in daylight, please,” Bess commented, gazing up at the dark-blue sky.
The next morning, Nancy volunteered to drive everyone to Piraeus. The harbor was filled with ocean-going tankers and freighters that dwarfed the smaller boats.
“Where shall we go first?” Bess asked.
“I suggest,” Helen said, “we park the car and just walk around a bit.”
“That’s fine with me,” Nancy agreed.
All of the conversations they overheard were in Greek. Helen listened closely to one or two of them.
“Anything important?” Bess inquired afterward.
“Possibly,” Helen replied. “The men over there said the police have been inspecting freight shipments for some stolen ancient vases. Then I heard the name Isakos.”
“Isakos!” the girls chorused.
Nancy scooted to the workmen. “What do you know about Mr. Isakos or Constantine Nicholas?” she asked. Helen, who was behind her, translated the question. The men merely shrugged their shoulders.
“They claim they don’t know anything,” Helen told her.
“But you heard them,” Nancy said.
Helen repeated the question. This time, however, she spoke at length. The men in turn gave a long answer.
“What did they say?” Nancy asked Helen eagerly when the exchange of words had ended.
“Not much, really. They didn’t tell me any more than I overheard originally. Only that the police have been asking them if they knew a man by the name of Isakos. Apparently, no one does.”
The group walked on until suddenly George stopped and pointed to something on the wall of the wharf.
“Look at this!” she exclaimed excitedly.
The initials D.G. were carved in the wall. Drawn around the letters was the figure of a serpent!
“What’s so unusual about that?” Helen asked. “It’s only graffiti.”
“There are things scribbled all over the place around here,” Mrs. Thompson said.
“But this could refer to Dimitri Georgiou,” Nancy pointed out.
“Oh, my goodness! Do you really think so? Helen responded.
“Definitely. ”
Ahead of the group was a shipwright who was repairing a hole in the hull of a freighter. Nancy hurried forward, mentioning Dimitri Georgiou’s name. The man stopped working and nodded.
He knows him! Nancy thought.
He climbed down his ladder and disappeared for a moment, returning in a few moments with a tall, muscular man.
“Dimitrious Georgiakis,” the shipwright smiled, now revealing a prominent space between his upper front teeth.
Nancy and her companions, who stood near her, responded with disappointed faces. Helen told the men they were looking for someone else.
“Will you ask them, too, if this boat goes to the States?” Nancy requested.
“Óhi, no,” was the answer.
“I wonder,” Nancy said, “if the fake artifacts are shipped first to another country like Italy or France before they’re sent on to the United States.”
“For what purpose?” George asked.
“To protect the identities of the people involved here. ”
Interrupting their tour of the harbor, the young detectives decided to talk to the local
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