"HD's back," someone yelled.
"And so are our American friends," said the familiar voice of Nancy. "Come on in and have a pint." She yelled towards the bar, "Carl, two more of the new stuff."
Iris came over with her pad and pen. "Care for something to eat?
"No thanks," Katya said as she watched Dickory go over to his water dish. She looked around the pub. "Um, we just had lunch in Southampton. Where are Jeremy and Thomas?"
"Jeremy'll be by in a tick. We never know when Thomas will be here; he sort of pops in and out." Nancy looked at Cyrus. "You better watch that one; I think he fancies your lady here."
Katya felt her cheeks blush.
"Well, he was right about his clue," Cyrus said, changing the subject. "Under the painted word, ‘Titanic,' we found the original word, ‘Olympic.'"
"You don't say," said Nancy. "We all heard rumors about that. I guess Thomas knew more than the rest of us. So, what's next for you two? Have you been to London yet?"