Some joker, of course. Peter smiled till he saw that Sarah was looking frightened.
"Who sent it?" asked Peter.
The waiter looked over to the booth which Peter had had in mind earlier. Peter looked over that way. A head darted out and back into the corner of the booth. Peter's eyebrows lowered and his eyes narrowed. It looked like a familiar sail.
"Did he say anything about a drink for me?" asked Peter.
The waiter started to smile and then said "No, sir," very quickly.
Peter picked up the glass delicately.
"Do you want to drink this wine, Sarah?"
"Oh, Peter!"
"It's all right—I knew you didn't," assured Peter.
He stepped over to the booth. He was right about the man in the corner—it was Henston.