Before he reached the clause in question Kenny was on his feet, mopping his forehead.

He told of the fairy mill and the chair by the fire.
The doctor poured himself another cup of coffee and looked at Kenny with a shade of asperity.

Fairies, it would seem, were a little out of his line.
"Adam had a good many spells like that," he said, "'specially when he was drinking hard.

Off like a shot, hanging out of his chair.

Mere coincidence.