"Hullo, Kay," Hogan said familiarly. "An' how's me swateheart tonight?"
"We're just going to have a quick one," Cookie said. "Be a darling and find us some glasses, Kay, will you?"
Kay Natello got up and went out into the kitchen, and Cookie opened a drawer of the desk and pulled out a half-empty bottle of Scotch. Natello came back with four wet glasses and put them on the desk.
"This is Tom Simons — Kay Natello," Cookie said, "Tom's only just got in, and he's sailing again on Tuesday."
"Too bad," said Natello.
"We all 'ave ter work, Miss," Simon said modestly. "At least we got plenty o' grub an' a nice clean bed ter sleep in, as long as it don't sink under us."
Cookie finished pouring four powerful slugs, and picked up one of them.
"Well, boys," she said. "Down the hatch."
The drinks duly went down the hatch.
"You were sailing soon, too, weren't you, Pat?" asked Natello.