He knew now who it was that Heron Lloyd reminded him of.
It was Wee Archie.
This was so unexpected and so ridiculous that he sat down on the chair by his desk and began to laugh.
What had Wee Archie in common with that elegant and sophisticated creature who was Heron Lloyd?
Frustration? Of a surety not. The fact that he was an Auslander in the country of his devotion? No; too far-fetched. It was something nearer home than that.
For it was of Wee Archie that Lloyd had reminded him. He had no doubt of that now. He was experiencing that inimitable relief that comes when one has remembered a name that has eluded one.
Yes, it was Wee Archie.
But why?
What had that incongruous pair in common?
Their gestures? No. Their physique? No. Their voices? Was that it?