"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.