KENNY DISAPPEARS That night Whitaker brought him news of Brian.

He was healthy and happy and wrote no word of coming in.

There, Whitaker felt himself, Brian was over-reticent.
"And the postmark ?" Kenny staring in disgust at a hole in his sock transferred his glance to Whitaker.
"That," said Whitaker, "I'm not at liberty to give.

I've told you so before." Kenny drew himself up to his full height.
"John--" he thundered.
The door opened and Mac Brett, the young sculptor on the floor above who harbored H.B., came in, somewhat mystified at the warmth of Whitaker's greeting.
"Come on down to the grill to dinner," he suggested.

"Garry's down there and Jan.