Each understood now that the other was a deadly enemy, for Quade's enemies were also Culver Rann's.

Aldous moved carelessly to the glass case in which were the cigars.

With the barest touch of one of his slim white hands Culver Rann stopped him.
"Have one of mine, Aldous," he invited, opening a silver case filled with cigars.

"We've never had the pleasure of smoking together, you know." "Never," said Aldous, accepting one of the cigars.

"Thanks." As he lighted it, their eyes met again.