“I know, and that’s the trouble.”
“Where are you going to look first?” Peggy asked.
“I know a man, a friend of my father’s,” Peter said, “who’s been with the drama department of the Chronicle for the last forty years. He knows more about the history of the American theater than anyone I’ve ever met.” He looked straight at Peggy. “I thought we’d go down tomorrow and talk to him.”
“We?” Peggy said in surprise.
Peter nodded. “I was hoping you’d be willing to help.”
“Well, sure,” Peggy said, “but how—”
“You see,” Peter went on excitedly, “I can’t get away during the day, and neither can Pam. There’s just not enough time before the tour. We both have to stick pretty close to the office. But I thought that maybe you—” He trailed off and looked at Peggy hopefully.
“Could act as the bloodhound?” Peggy finished.
“That’s it. Will you?”
“I don’t even know what he looks like.”