Macmillan Readers 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.