But Blix had pushed hers aside.
"What does it mean ?" whispered Condy across the table.

"In Heaven's name, what does it mean ?" "It can only mean one thing," Blix declared; "one of them is the captain, and one is a coincidence.

Anybody might wear a marguerite; we ought to have thought of that." "But which is which ?" "If K.D.B.should come now!" "But the last man looks more like the captain." The last man was a sturdy, broad-shouldered fellow, who might have been forty.

His heavy mustache was just touched with gray, and he did have a certain vaguely "sober and industrious" appearance.

But the difference between the two men was slight, after all; the red-headed man could easily have been a sea captain, and he certainly was over thirty-five.
"Which?
which?
which ?--how can we tell?
We might think of some way to get rid of the coincidence, if we could only tell which the coincidence was.