He won't be back." "He will!" thundered Kenny and thumped upon the table with his fist.
Whitaker patiently reassembled his supper.
"I think not," he said.
"You're not here to think," blazed Kenny.

"You're here to tell me what you know." "I'm here," corrected John Whitaker, "to get a few facts out of my system for your own good and Brian's.

Kenny, how much of the truth can you stand ?" Kenny threw up his hands with a reminiscent gesture of despair.
"Truth!" he repeated.

"Truth!" "I know," put in Whitaker, "that you regard the truth as something sacred, to be handled with delicacy and discretion.

But--" Kenny told him sullenly to tell it if he could.
"I don't propose to urge Brian back here for a good many reasons.