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. Retold by Margaret Tarner.