Tom Agate acknowledged the introductions and sat down on a three-legged stool. “All right now,” he said. “I didn’t think anyone in the world knew where I was. Except Syd, of course.”
“We didn’t know either,” Peggy said, “until a few minutes ago. You see, this morning I went out to Paradise Avenue and talked to your old landlady.”
“Oh, yes.” Tom nodded vigorously. “But how did you know about that?”
“Johnny Dwyer,” Peter said simply.
Tom Agate shook his head. “I thought he’d be one man with enough sense to keep his mouth shut.”
“Don’t blame Johnny,” Peggy said. “He didn’t want to say a word.”
“Well, what made him?”
“Peggy convinced him,” Peter said with a smile.
Tom turned his blue eyes on Peggy and nodded slowly. “I imagine you can be pretty persuasive if you want to be. But it’s still a long way from Paradise Avenue to this place.”
“Don’t I know it,” Peggy said. “Your landlady told me you had moved.”