The barman thought for a second. "There's a man named Eric who comes in here a lot.
He's a military type. Is that who you mean?" he asked. Coke tried to sound casual when
he asked his next question. "Has he been in here today?" The barman nodded. "Yes," he
answered. "He was in this afternoon." "I don't suppose you know where I can find him
now?" Coke asked. "I'm afraid not. All I know about him is that he has an antique shop
somewhere near Red Lion Square," he answered.