The Eye of the Tiger: Intermediate Level

📗 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.