“She didn’t know where,” Tom said.
“No, she didn’t,” Peggy agreed. “But she seemed to remember something about a place called Tidewater Road.”
Tom Agate shook his head ruefully. “That woman,” he said. “I never could keep a thing from her. She had a nose built for prying into other people’s business. So you went out to Tidewater, eh?”
Peggy nodded. “I didn’t know the address so I tried all the houses.”
“You were a brave girl,” Tom said with concern. “That’s not the best part of town.”
“I didn’t run into any trouble,” Peggy assured him. “Anyway, finally I came to this nice-looking house where the woman remembered you.”
“Yes, that would be Mrs. Mullins,” Tom said. He looked at Peggy sharply. “But I was using a different name then.”
“I know,” Peggy replied. “Mr. Armour. That was how she knew you.”
Tom Agate looked puzzled. “But how did you know that name?”
“I didn’t,” Peggy told him. “But I had a picture of you. Johnny Dwyer gave it to me.”