"He asked for you," she added.
"You told him Frank wouldn't let me in?"
"Yes."
"Hum… Where's Don?"
"I sent him to the store."
Kenny darted away with an air of expectancy to the other shack, whence, after an excited period of foraging, he emerged, carrying a bundle. Frank, knowing him well enough to read his shining enthusiasm aright, would have turned him back at Brian's door without a qualm. But Frank was not at hand.
"You look like a kid sneaking home with a stray cat!" Brian told him with a grin.
"What's in the bundle?"
"I've tried so many times to get in," admitted Kenny, "with Frank nippin' me just as my hand was on the knob, that I'm feelin' a bit surreptitious." He held up a tennis racket and a shotgun.
"And everything else," he boasted with an air of triumph, "that I took to Simon."