“Not guilty.”
“It’s best always to keep your eyes open,” Tom said.
“Not always, Slady.”
“Yes, always.”
“When you’re asleep?”
Tom was a trifle nettled. “Well, are you willing to help me or not?” he asked.
“Slady, I’m yours sincerely forever.”
“Well then, meet me under Asbestos’ elm tree at quarter of eleven, and keep your mouth shut about it. We’re going to see if we can find Anthony Harrington, Jr.”
“T. H.?”
“Tony is nickname for Anthony; you just said so in your song.”