"Was he an Aiglon Company man, by the way?"
"Dunno. If he was he probably had his ticket. I can't see what use a commercial Company would have for a bomb-sight specialist."
"Oh, they might. You never know."
"Well, perhaps so. I'm sorry, old son, but you know as much about poor old Bobby as I do now."
Summarized, this was all the information I got in exchange for my lunch:—
Maxwell was four or five years older than Smith, in civil life a surveyor, unmarried, not (so far as Hanson knew) engaged to be married, nice fellow, reasonably abstemious, quite sound in wind and limb.
Hanson didn't think that Maxwell had spotted for any other pilot than Smith during the time the two of them were in Gallipoli.
Maxwell didn't strike Hanson as being a sort of man to lose his head in an emergency; had indeed rather a cool head and steady nerve.
In conclusion, Maxwell had always seemed particularly attached to Chummy Smith.
"But what's worrying you? Going to put it in a book?" Hanson asked.