"Interesting ?" he asked.
The young man shook his head and displayed the name on the cover.
"Anatole France.

I used to be crazy about him, but now he seems rather a back number." Then he glanced towards the just-vacated chair.
"Australian," he said.
"How d'you know ?" "Can't mistake them.

There's nothing else so lean and fine produced on the globe to-day.

I was next door to them at Pozieres and saw them fight.

Lord! Such men! Now and then you had a freak, but most looked like Phoebus Apollo." Dickson gazed with a new respect at his neighbour, for he had not associated him with battle-fields.