“Nobody knows.”
“Maybe he couldn’t get a job any more.”
“Tom Agate!” Peter said incredulously. “Don’t you believe it! Don’t forget, that was just when television was starting. They were using a lot of old-time vaudeville performers then, and Tom could have had any number of jobs. I’ve spoken to several producers who wanted him, but they couldn’t find him.”
“What do you mean—couldn’t find him?”
“Exactly that. He’d disappeared. Vanished.”
“Do you know where he is now?”
Peter paused and sat back in his chair. “No,” he said slowly. “I don’t. But I think there’s a chance of tracing him.”
“How?”
“I ran into somebody the other day who says he’s positive that Tom is still in New York. If he is, we’re going to find him.”
“Remember,” Pam pointed out, “you’ve only got two days.”