I should think the captain, whichever one he is, would kind of GLARE at the coincidence." Stealthily they studied the two men for a moment.
"No, no," murmured Blix, "you can't tell.

Neither of them seems to glare much.

Oh, Condy"-- her voice dropped to a faint whisper.

"The red-headed one has put his hat on a chair, just behind him, notice?
Do you suppose if you stood up you could see inside ?" "What good would that do ?" "He might have his initials inside the crown, or his whole name even; and you could see if he had a 'captain' before it." Condy made a pretence of rising to get a match in a ribbed, truncated cone of china that stood upon an adjacent table, and Blix held her breath as he glanced down into the depths of the hat.

He resumed his seat.
"Only initials," he breathed--"W.