Bitterly resenting the reproach they seemed to embody, stacked there upon the sill, Kenny passionately desired to sweep them out of the window once and for all.

The desire of the moment, ever his doom, proved overpowering.

The cups crashed upon a roof below with prompt results.

Kenny was appalled at the number of heads that appeared at studio windows, the head of Sidney Fahr among them, round-eyed and incredulous.

Well, that part at least was normal.