Alcott leaned his back against the wall, and stared at Allen, who ran to his side and grasped his arm and whispered, “Don't you yell out!” while Sweeney was locking the door noisily. Sweeney's steps receded in the corridor.
“What do you come here for? Keep quiet!”
“Lolly!”
“Who told you it was me?”
He pulled him over to the table. They sat down and gripped hands across and looked dumbly at each other. Allen broke down first. He dropped his head on the table and gave soft, dry sobs.
“Lolly, boy!”
“Did he tell you it was me?”
“Who?”
“Hennion!”
“Nobody told me it was you.”