Hillaker tilted his head toward the bar and said, “Now there’s a man who thinks he’s the greatest fighter pilot in the world.” His host looked toward the bar, then turned back to Hillaker and smiled. “He might well be. That’s John Boyd.” Hillaker shrugged. “Never heard of him.” “I’ll introduce you.” “No thanks. I don’t like loudmouths.” But the officer had already moved toward the bar and was talking to Boyd, telling him about the VIP, and asking Boyd to meet him.
