“Yes, he seemed to be, but you might not have thought so if he’d happened along a little sooner when we were doing forty-five,” Bob declared.
A few minutes later Bob gave his brother a kick beneath the table just as the latter was conveying a juicy bit of steak to his mouth.
“What’s the—” Jack began and then stopped warned by the look on Bob’s face.
“Don’t turn around now, but in a minute look back of you at the man sitting close to the door,” Bob whispered.
A moment later Jack dropped his napkin and, in picking it up, cast a hasty glance toward the door.
“Ever see him before?” Bob whispered as he straightened up in his chair.
“It’s King.”
“You sure?”
“I’d know that mug if I saw it in Egypt.”
“He’s been watching us for some minutes.”