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.
"It's Hughie's and the very sight of it was an inspiration." "Give it to me!" "On the contrary I intend to cure your deafness." Adam stared.
"I mean just this: You can hear as well as I can.

You pretend to be deaf when you don't want to hear." "What ?" snapped the old man with a glance like lightning.
"You told me to practice the truth," reminded Kenny, dropping into a chair.