"You _are_ a queer fellow, Graham." But there was a note of relief in his tone.
Peter said nothing, but walked on.

"Where next ?" demanded Pennell.
"It looks as if you are directing this outfit," said Peter; "I'm in your hands." "All right," said Pennell; "I know." They took a street running parallel to the docks, and entered an American bar.

Peter glanced round curiously.

"I've never been here before," he said.
"Probably not," said Pennell.

"It's not much at this time of the year, but jolly cool in the summer.