The two men arrived in a taxi.
'Are you Harry Fletcher?' the older man called out.
'That’s me,' I replied. 'Welcome aboard the Wave Dancer.'
'Don't I know you?' the taller man said. 'You're from London, aren't you?'
'Yes, but I haven't been there for years,' I answered.
'Now about the fishing,' I went on quickly, 'We'll have to leave early tomorrow morning.'
'We're not going fishing,' the older man said. 'We're going diving.' He threw some money on the table. I did not ask any questions. It was much more money than I had asked for.