The peace of the present lay in his heart.

It had even crowded out the memory of Adam and the notebook.
He was glad when Mr.Abbott said good night and took a footpath to the west.

Well, it had been a mystery this time that he hadn't wanted to keep.

But why, Oh, why, he wondered a little sadly, must all his mysteries end in anticlimax?
Absurd, the little man in his frock coat trotting out of the cabin door! "Joan, Joan!" he pleaded.

"Why didn't you tell me?
Am I then not your friend ?" "I'm sorry, Kenny." She laid her hand wistfully upon his arm.