Nobody said anything.

Garry hunted cigarettes, cleared a chair and sat down.
"It may or may not interest you two to know that I was in bed," he began irritably.

"I wish to Heaven you'd fight in union hours." Brian was sorry and said so.

Kenny, however, took immediate advantage of Garry's attitude to sidetrack what he considered the preposterous irrelevance of the shotgun, the one unessential thing in the studio, and point with rising temper to the statuette.

It had, alas! been a birthday present from Ann Marvin, whose statuettes, fashionable and satiric, were famous.
It was like Kenny to have a grievance.