"That's right."
"Why didn't you tell me that at first?"
"I didn't have a chance."
Davis was flustered.
"If I had known…" he said.
"It's the beard," said Sutton.
"My father talked about you often. Jim Davis. Maybe you remember him."
Sutton shook his head.
"Great friend of your father's. That is…they knew one another."
"How is my father?" asked Sutton.