"Leclair, of the Mesopotamian campaign?
Leclair, the world-famous ace ?" "Leclair, nothing else.

I deprecate the adjectives." The Master's hand went out.

The other took it.

For a moment their grip held, there under the bright white illumination of the cabin--for, though daylight had begun fingering round the drawn curtains, the glow-lamps still were burning.
The hand-clasp broke.

Leclair began: "As for you, monsieur, I already know you, of course.