"It's incredible.

It--it really is." Kenny flushed and gnawed nervously at his lips.

Could he tell Garry of Samhain?
"And think of you," said Garry, his voice changing, "salting the old man's fireplace with your own money so that his niece could come down here and study French and music! You wonderful, soft-hearted Irish lunatic! I love you for it!" Kenny rose at once and began to bluster around the studio, damning Haggerty.

There was something disturbingly warm and honest in Garry's eyes.

Then with a sudden gesture of impatience he came back and his troubled glance begged for understanding.
"Garry," he blurted, "there's one thing that probably we shan't be telling people for a year at least.