“May I?”
The man took a step towards the jar.
“You will be careful with it, won’t you?”
“A closer look, that is all. I know it’s worth a small fortune, what, at least…”
“…At least a jolly large amount I shouldn’t imagine and wouldn’t like to say.”
“Well I will say, Madam Panagoulias. Put my cards on the table so to speak.”
“As you wish.” Continue reading “Madam Panagoulias and the Pithos by Adam West”

