"Three marvelous women, aren't they?"
The emotion made his voice tremble.
"Each one marvelous in her own way, of course. They fascinate me so much that..."
He stopped.
"I'm ashamed to admit that..."
My anger had fallen. I encouraged him:
"Continue, please..."
"Well! I can tell you... At the theatre where I worked, I had noticed the costumes of these three divinities, at the bottom of an obscure storeroom... Well... I stole them. They are here, in this apartment! Do you want to see them?"
When all is said and done, I liked this old chap! Never quite met anyone like him; a bit of a nutter. His passion for Greece, even though a little ridiculous, was quite moving.