Hawke measured out the whisky into the glasses and filled them from the kettle which sang on the fire.
"It's quite like old times," he said genially.
"Not quite!"
"You mean Arkwright? Yes, poor devil! I had forgotten him. Tell me how it happened." And he lay down on the sofa.
"Why, didn't you hear!"
"Only vaguely."
He hesitated, shot a furtive look at Gordon, and added, tentatively--
"I was in India at the time."
"Were you in India, too?" Gordon exclaimed.
Hawke turned his head to the wall to conceal the smile on his face, and answered--