"I'll remember, mother," said Suzanna. She kissed her mother, said good-bye to Mrs. Reynolds and started happily away. She reached the house at the top of the hill in a short time. The same uniformed man as of old gave her immediate admittance.
"Mr. Massey is in the library," he said, evincing no surprise at Suzanna's unconventional appearance.
In the doorway of the library Suzanna hesitated a moment, for the sound of voices came to her. Then she went forward, and there, standing near the white marble mantelpiece was the Eagle Man, near him Suzanna's father.
"Daddy," Suzanna cried, and ran to him.
Mr. Procter turned. His face, slightly older than when he was an employee of Job Doane of the hardware shop, was still that of the idealist, the lover of men. Yet there was a something added. Perhaps his well-fitting clothes gave him the new air of efficiency, of directness.
"I didn't know you'd be here with the Eagle Man, daddy," Suzanna cried.
Her father smiled at her. The Eagle Man spoke. "Your father is my right-hand man, remember, little girl," he answered. He brought out the sentence clearly with no strain of embarrassment.
"Right-hand man," Suzanna repeated thoughtfully. "I don't quite know what that means."
"Well, it means that your father looks after my interests in a very capable way," old John Massey returned. "Don't you remember how the new homes went up under his direction for my employees?"
"Yes, I remember," said Suzanna, "those beautiful new, brick houses, and the clean yards for the babies to play in."