Tom smiled wanly. “You’re very good to say all this, but I haven’t noticed anybody beating down the doors to ask me.”
“That’s because no one has had the imagination before. But Peter has.”
“Peter?”
“Yes, Peter Grey here. He works in Oscar Stalkey’s office.”
A light seemed to flicker in the old man’s eyes.
“Oscar Stalkey,” he said with a smile. “How is the old boy? Still as enthusiastic as ever?”
“Just the same, Mr. Agate,” Peter answered. “And he’s got a play for you.”
Tom sat up. “Did he say that?”
Peggy nodded. “Peter suggested you, and Mr. Stalkey was wild over the idea.”
“What’s the play?”