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I think he knows something about it but he won't tell us what. I'm just about to tell him he can go ho No one will ever tell us anything. If you hang on a minute you can
go home with him and your father."
"No, I'll not wait. I'd rather you didn't say I'd b come and
told you about Kate MaloneKelly."
"O.K."
"Thank you."
Brede ran back home. Uncle Albert was snoring, head slumped on the
table between his arms. He sat up abruptly when she came in.
"What the devil's going on?"
"It's all right. I think father and Kevin will be coming soon."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx They arrived five minutes later. Mr
McCoy had a great deal to say about the police and the army, slander,
injustice, politics, the Border, the English... Uncle Albert nodded
from time to time but was unable to get in a word. Kevin ate his the
breakfast that Brede cooked for him. He was silent and grim-facedbrooding.
He did not even seem to be listening to what his father was saying.
Brede was unhappy about the look in his eyes.
He stood up.
"Are you going to bed, Kevin?" asked Brede. "It would do you good
to have some sleep."
"I don't feel like sleep."
She did not like the sound of his voice either. It was heavy withfull of
foreboding. She said, "But you look dead beat."
