"Why?" asked Malcolm quickly.
"Because I'm going to make a statement about him—a written statement," he said cheerfully. "I'm going to have a room all to myself," he spoke slowly as though he were repeating something which he had already told himself, "because I am not a quick writer. Then I am going to tell all that she said about Israel Kensky."
"You can tell that in a second," said Malcolm sternly, and the little man raised a lofty hand.
"Don't get up in the air."
"Why have they sent you back now?"
"To ask a question or two," said Cherry.
He put on his coat, examined the interior of his hat thoughtfully, and jammed it down on his head.
"Ten minutes are supposed to elapse," he said melodramatically, "passed in light and airy conversation about a book—the 'Book of—of——"
"'All-Power'?" said Malcolm.
"That's the fellow. I should say it's the history of this darned place. Here they come."