Peggy certainly did remember, and her heart sank as she guessed what Michael’s next words would be.
“That, my girl,” he confirmed, “was none other than our Mr. Slade!”
“Max Slade!” Peggy breathed softly. “Why, it doesn’t seem possible....”
“No, not Max,” Michael corrected. “That was his shadow—his younger brother, Bill.”
Peggy had such a peculiar expression that Danny worriedly asked, “What’s the matter, Peggy? You all right?”
“Why, I don’t know,” she said slowly, hardly hearing as she recalled Bill Slade’s parting words—
“... it would be a pleasure to help you ... a real pleasure.”
“Oh, Michael,” Peggy cried, “I’ve got to see your father and Richard Wallace right away! There may be a lot more to all this than we realize! There may even be a way to help the theater!”
VII
Unfair Play
“I think you should send someone to see him. I’m sure he’d really like to help!” Peggy was saying. She had dropped into Aunt Hetty’s home with Richard and Mr. Miller to discuss her meeting with Bill Slade. “I had the feeling when he spoke that he doesn’t approve of what his brother’s doing, doesn’t like this feud—”