"Joan!" he gasped.
A loud voice rasped through the silence.
"Kenny!"
Joan shivered. Kenny stared at her in terror. It was the voice of Adam Craig.
"Kenny!" The voice, sharp with indignation, brought them both to their feet.
"Yes?" stammered Kenny, his face scarlet.
"Do you know all of anything?"
Lamp in hand Kenny went to the foot of the stairway.
"Adam," he demanded, staring up aghast at the wheel-chair and the wrinkled, saturnine face bending over the railing with a leer of triumph, "how in God's name did you get there?"
"Wheeled myself, you Irish fool!" snapped Adam.