“Okay,” Tommy said with a satisfied nod. “I gotta go now.”
“All right.” Peggy held out her hand, but Tommy backed resolutely away from it. He turned and ran for the gate. “G’by,” he called.
“Good-by,” Peggy said. The gate swung open and Tommy disappeared.
A one-eyed giant! Where on earth could Tom Agate be living? Peggy turned thoughtfully back to the house.
X
Tom Agate
“Honestly, Peter, that’s what he said.”
Peter Grey lowered his cup into his saucer. “Kings and queens,” he muttered incredulously.
“And don’t forget the one-eyed giant,” Peggy reminded him.
“Don’t worry, I’m not,” Peter assured her, “but I’d rather think about one thing at a time.”
Peggy and Peter were sitting in a back booth of the Broadway Drugstore. Outside, the streets were comparatively empty. Half an hour earlier they had been jammed curb to curb with honking taxicabs threading through thousands of hurrying people on their way to an evening at the theater, a first-run movie, or a late dinner. But by now everyone had reached his destination. The streets off Broadway would be quiet for another two hours. Then, as if some unseen force had released a floodgate, the big doors to the theaters and movie palaces would swing open, and the rush would begin all over again.