“Who’s your star to-night?” I asked. “Who is the particular Hot-Gospeller with a mission to convert mankind?”
“I’ve several,” said Susy.
She glanced round the room, and her eyes rested on a little man with goggles and a goatee beard, none other than my good friend Dr. Small, with whom I had travelled down many roads. I had no notion that he knew Susy or was to be here to-night.
“There’s one great soul—a little American doctor whose heart is as big as humanity itself, and whose head is filled with the wisdom of the wise.”
“I know him,” I said, “and I agree with you.”
He caught our eyes fixed on him, and blinked through his goggles, and then waved his hand, and made his way to us.
“Hulloa, doc.!” I said. “Why didn’t you tell me you knew Susy Whincop?”
“No need,” he answered. “Miss Whincop is the golden link between all men of good-will.”
Susy was pleased with that. She patted the little doctor’s hand and said, “Bully for you, doctor! and may the Stars and Stripes wave over the League of Nations!”
Then she was assailed by other guests, and the doctor and I took refuge in a corner.