As he sat alone at his corner table drinking a gin and Dubonnet, Ewing — Robin Maugham

"With an effort Ewing turned his gaze away from the far end of the bar. Slowly he spread out his hands on the table and examined them. Then he looked up at Wayne. His left eyelid had begun to quiver slightly like a leaf in a gentle breeze as he put the question, but the expression of his face remained unchanged. "Whos the new customer?" Ewing asked indolently."