"His name is Dalton," said Aunt Jane. "His wife's been here a month and over, now. She goes home to-morrow. She's a nice woman!"
"And what is the address?" His pencil was making little marks on the pad.
"I'll get it for you in the office," said Aunt Jane. She got up. "He had to write it down for me when she came—the same as you all do."
"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?"