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Page 52
"It's the kind of night," said Kenny, "that you always have a fire.
I'm going to wheel you back where it's safe and warm."
Adam chuckled.
"That's what I thought you'd do," he jeered.
"And then?"
"Then," thundered Kenny in a blaze of temper, "I'm going back!"
As usual his show of temper filled the invalid with delight.
"Humph!" said he. "So am I."
Kenny stopped the chair with a jerk.
"What do you mean by that?" he demanded.
"I mean," said Adam Craig, "that I'll wheel my chair back where I can
listen to music instead of rain. And if you wheel me back I'll do it
again. The hallway's dark and it's full of turns but I'll manage
somehow, if I break my neck."
There was danger at every turn. A cold sweat came out on Kenny's
forehead.
"Adam," he said quietly, "how did you manage to get there in the first
place? How did you open the door of your room?"
"Wheeled myself close to the knob and unlatched it--"
"Yes?"
"Then I wheeled myself out of the way and poked at the door with a
stick."
"Stick! What stick?"
"A stick out of a shade. Do you think I'm a fool?"
Kenny groaned.
"After that," purred the old man with a hint of pride, "until I got
into the dark hallway and began to bump, it was easy."
The sitting room door was still open. Kenny wheeled his exasperating
old man of the sea over the sill in a terror of foreboding.
Adam stared at him.
"Where in the name of Heaven," he said, "did you get that rig? You
look like an actor."
Kenny turned a dark red and ignored the question.
"Don't like it!" jeered the old man.
"There's a Shakespeare quotation," reminded Kenny dangerously, "that
begins--Hum! how does it begin? Yes. 'There was no thought of
pleasing you' and so on. That's it."
"You impudent devil! Close the door."
"I'll close it when I go out. And I'll lock it."
They faced each other in a silence perilously akin to hate.
"Are you a Christian?" hissed Adam Craig between his teeth. "Or are
you a heartless pagan?"
"I'm a pagan," said Kenny. "Orthodoxy, Adam," he added bitterly with
thoughts of Joan, "I leave for such compassionate hearts as yours."
"I don't want it!" said Adam instantly. "It's churchiology, not
Christianity. They are as different, thank God, as you and I."
A gust of wind and rain tore at the windows. The old man fixed his
piercing eyes on Kenny's face. Kenny shuddered and looked away.
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