"What's yours ?" demanded Donovan.
"Oh, I'll take the Major's advice," said Peter.

"Brandy-and-soda for me." "Soda finished, sir," said the bar steward.
"All right: two brandies-and-water, steward," said Donovan, and swung a revolving seat near round for Graham.

As he took it, Peter noticed the man opposite.

His badge was a Maltese Cross, but he wore a flannel collar and tie.

Their eyes met, but the other stared a bit stonily.