Another man came in, and Peter recognised the Australian Ferrars, whom he had met before.

He introduced Pennell and called for another martini.
"So you frequent this poison-shop, do you ?" said Ferrars.
"Not much," laughed Peter, "but it's convenient." "It is, and it's a good sign when a man like you wants a drink.

I'd sooner listen to your sermons any day than some chaps' I know." "Subject barred here," said Pennell.

"But here's the very best to you, Graham, for all that." "Same here," said Ferrars, and put down his empty glass.
The talk became general.

There was nothing whatever in it--mild chaffing, a yarn or two, a guarded description by Peter of his motor drive from Abbeville, and then more drinks.