He was speaking at Hawkes, hands lifted as he made his point. Hawkes was standing with his arms folded, looking down with all the seriousness of a philosopher. Islington seemed to ask him a question. Hawkes had no immediate reply. Islington asked again, waiting. Hawkes looked up and gave answer. It caught Islington, stilled him. He stared Hawkes down a moment then threw up a hand. Be it in frustration or concession or commiseration, I could not say.
WHAT ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT????
