"It's churchiology, not Christianity.

They are as different, thank God, as you and I." A gust of wind and rain tore at the windows.

The old man fixed his piercing eyes on Kenny's face.

Kenny shuddered and looked away.
"Hear the rain!" said Adam.
"I hear it," said Kenny hopelessly.
"And you'll lock me in!" "Yes!" "I'll ring for Hughie and tell him to batter the door down.

I would rather bump myself into eternity down that hallway," flung out Adam Craig passionately, banging his fist upon the arm of the wheel-chair, "than sit here, alone, to-night." With his hands clenched Kenny choked back his anger and faced his fate.
He could not lock the door.