"That will do, Mr. Thompson," Kirkpatrick announced, and I passed out
of the stuffy room into the corridor. Wicks had returned and was
standing with Mary. They looked at me with wide and anxious eyes.
Mary saw the droop in my shoulders and caught my arm.
"What happened, Warren?" she asked.
"Nothing yet," I responded.
"Are they going to----?"
"I don't know, I don't know."