CHAPTER XIII
KENNY'S TRUTH CRUSADE
Kenny began his truth crusade the next night.
"Adam," he said, halting on the threshold of the old man's sitting room with one hand carelessly behind him and his attitude expectant and determined, "I've often wondered why every book in the farmhouse is up here on your shelves."
Adam cupped his ear with his hand.
"Wh-a-a-a-t?" he asked blankly.
Kenny brought the hand behind his back forward. It held a megaphone.
"I said," he bellowed through it, "that I've often wondered why all the books in the farmhouse are here upon your shelves."
Adam sat up.
"For God's sake, Kenny," he said. "Close the door. Where did you get that thing?" he demanded with a scowl.