That's all.

My name's Vic Gregg and I come from--" "Thanks," cut in the other.

"I'm glad to know your name but in case anybody might be askin' me I wouldn't care to know where you come from." He smiled.

"I'm Dan Barry." It had to be a left-handed shake on the part of Vic, a thing of which he often thought in the days that followed, but now he sent his memory hunting.
"Seems like I've heard your name before," he murmured.

"I dunno where.
Were you ever around Alder, Barry ?" "No." His manner suggested that the topic might as well be closed.