“There is fire enough in you. The way you tossed about our boys and the Japs!”
“In the blood. My father and I used to dress for dinner, but we always carried the stone axe under our coats. We were both to blame, but only a miracle will ever bring us together. I’m sorry I ran into him. It brings the old days crowding back.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh, I’ll survive! Somewhere there’s a niche for me, and sooner or later I’ll find it.”
“He stopped me in the lobby after you left. Wanted to know what name you were using. I told him rather bluntly—and he went on. Something in his voice—made me want to strike him!”
Dennison balanced a fork on a finger.
“Funny old world, isn’t it?”
“Very. But I’ve seen him somewhere before. Perhaps in a little while it will come back.... What an extraordinarily handsome man!”
“Where?”—with a touch of brusqueness.
“Sitting at the table on your left.”