The studio attained suspicious popularity with one or two new untried boys who mined the studio in Kenny's absence and tipped themselves.

Kenny, as scandalized as only Kenny could be, turned sleuth and reported the thing in wrath.

Everybody missed something and the club buzzed with scandal until the boys departed, likely, Kenny thought bitterly, to retire for life on the dimes and nickels they had dug out of his studio.
Why must he always be the central pivot of a whirlpool of excitement?
God knows he loved peace even if Fate never permitted him to sample it.
He laid the whole thing unconditionally at Brian's door.

Let Brian, instead of shirking his usual numismatic responsibilities in some indefinite green world of peace and calm, come home as he should.
As for work, Kenny loved work, Brian and Garry to the contrary.

If in Brian's absence everything conspired against his passionate love of industry, it was no fault of his.