"Of course he may have 'moved on'--by this time." She smiled back to him whimsically from the door. "If he has moved on, we will move--after him," said Medfield. "I suspect he's the man I have been looking for--a good while!" Aunt Jane closed the door softly and left him to his happiness. At the far end of the corridor, as she looked down, she caught a glimpse of a dark, stubby figure pursuing its way. It disappeared in Room 16.... Dr. Carmon had a difficult case on this morning. He had told her there was little chance for the man in Number 16. She felt the concentration in the broad back as it disappeared from sight; and her thought left the millionaire in his suite and followed the shabby, grim figure into a darkened room. XXXIII "You look very well!" Medfield glanced at his son approvingly. "New suit?" "I got it in Vienna," said Julian modestly. "Um-m-- Very good cut! Turn around." The boy wheeled about. "Yes--very good---- You have a nice day to go." Medfield nodded toward the window. "First-rate!" The young man's face was full of careless light. It seemed to radiate about them. His father looked at it half curiously. "Have them serve tea for you.... Give her a good time," he said absently. He was searching among the papers beside him. "I ought to have some cards somewhere!" "What is it, sir? Can I get something for you?" "Over there in that desk-- That's it! Lower drawer-- Just see if there are some of my cards there, will you?" The boy took them out with an amused smile. "Going calling?" He brought them across. Medfield selected one and held his pencil thoughtfully poised for a moment--and smiled as he jotted something down. He slipped it into an envelope and pencilled the address and handed it to his son. "Give that to Munson, will you? Tell him to pick three dozen of the best roses in the garden, and send them to-day.... Tell him the _best_ ones!" he added exactly. The young man glanced at the address carelessly. His face lighted up. "Fine! I'll tell him to send her some corking ones--a big bunch of them!" "You can tell him what I said," said his father dryly. "And have them sent to-day." "All right, sir." He half turned away. "I'd like to pick some roses myself--for Miss Canfield-- You won't object, I suppose?" His father's roses were sacred. But Herman Medfield waved it away. "Pick all you like." He was gracious with it. "But not the best ones," laughed the boy. He tucked the card in his pocket and went out. Aunt Jane, sitting at her desk in the office, looked up as he went by. He nodded and smiled to her, thinking of the little card tucked away in his pocket. She got up and came across. "You going out home?" she asked. He radiated happiness. "A ripping good day, isn't it!" He waved his hand at all outdoors. "You'll have a good time," said Aunt Jane. "And Miss Canfield's a nice girl." She was surveying his new clothes kindly. "I'm glad you're going to take her."