“She’s nice. You’ll like her.”
“What about the grandfather?”
“Now that,” Peter said, “is a ticklish question.” He pushed a paper across the table to Peggy. “You’d better hang on to that. It’s the first of many to come. Before we start on tour, you’ll have mimeographed sheets telling everything you’ll want to know—times of departures and arrivals, accommodations assigned to you, absolutely everything. That’s my headache.”
“And mine,” Pam said.
“Right,” Peter acknowledged with a grin. “But to get back to your question about the grandfather. You heard our conversation in the office?”
“You mean when you suggested Tom Agate?”
“That’s right.”
“Exactly who is Tom Agate? I think I know the name, and I remember your saying he was a famous performer back in the days of vaudeville. But I’m afraid I’m still not clear about—”
“That’s not surprising,” Peter interrupted. “Tom Agate retired from the stage fifteen years ago.”
“Why did he retire?”