“Why, Tommy means Riverview’s cheapest flop house!” Jerry exclaimed. “I can’t imagine a bank president luxuriating in a Fulton Street dump.”
“All the same, I saw him. He wore old clothes, but it was the same bird.”
“Tommy, you’ll grow up to be a police detective some day,” Jerry chuckled. He started to pull Penny along, but she held back.
“Wait, Jerry, if there should be anything to it—”
Jerry smiled indulgently.
“Tell us more about the man you saw,” Penny urged Tommy. “How was he dressed?”
“He wore old clothes and a floppy black hat. And there was a scar on his cheek.”
“Jerry, Mr. Rhett had a similar scar!”
“And so have dozens of other people. Did I ever show you the one I got when I was a kid? Another boy socked me with a bottle and—”
“Be serious, Jerry! Tommy, are you sure the man you saw looked like the picture in the paper?”