As they walked down the stairs into the hall, Buster said, “I suppose Terry did tell you where we were going, Burt?”
Pete looked back over his shoulder.
“No… he didn’t say…”
“Isn’t that like Terry!” Buster exclaimed. The nut! Well, we’re going to spend the day on the beach, and take in the amusement park.”
“Buster imagines he’s going to take me on the Big Wheel,” Bunty said, “but he’s quite, quite mistaken. I wouldn’t go on that thing for Gregory Peck, let alone Buster Walker!”
Buster laughed.
“You’ll come on with me if I have to carry you.” He opened the front door and stood aside to let the girls pass. “I have a car at the corner,” he went on, falling into step with Pete. “I got a flat and I left it at the garage to be fixed.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Pete saw the curtain move again in the groundfloor window, and again caught sight of a shadowy outline of a man, drawing back quickly.
“Old nosy-parker’s snooping again,” Bunty said scornfully. “That’s all he does, peep through the curtains.”
“Perhaps he’s lonely,” Frances said. “He never seems to go out, does he?”