table.

"You hear that, Garry?" he demanded with an indignant bid for support.
"You hear that? By the Lord Harry, Brian, it's damnable and indecent
to harp so upon the shotgun after smashing the statuette."

The circle was complete. They were back to Kenny's grievance. Brian
sighed.

"I wasn't thinking of the shotgun," he said. "There have been times,
Kenny, when I hadn't a collar left--"

"He's right," put in Garry with quick sympathy. "It's not just the
shotgun--"

"Garry, you shut up!" snapped Kenny, sweeping the fragments of Ann's
statuette into the table drawer and closing it with a bang.

"Please remember," reminded Garry, coldly, "that an established
privilege of mine, since I undertook this Hague stuff, is absolute
frankness."

"Br-r-r-r--"

"Who rapped for me?"

"Kenny did," said Brian.

"Any man," retorted Kenny bitterly, "may have a--a moment of lunacy. I
thought you were impartial."