AN INSPIRATION Afterward Kenny thought that Nellie must have ambled into the doctor's barnyard and turned herself, for he had no memory of guiding her.

A paralyzed conviction of another anti-climax had gripped him.

He remembered turning into the road with a haunting sense of eyes upon him--Adam's eyes, piercing and bright with malevolent amusement.

The chart! The hints! The will! The cunning of him! What would he tell Hughie and Hannah and Hetty?
What would he tell Joan?
What was there to tell save that he had put two and two together and made five, a romantic five lurid with melodrama?
And the brutal practice hour in Adam's room when he had told the truth! Kenny went sick and cold and shivered.

How unwittingly he had flung the old man's poverty in his teeth! How at times it must have hurt! The memory made him shrink.