The preacher fell to the ground with a dull thud. He could ill afford to lose ten dollars. He was hastily removed and a cheaper one secured.
Bertram D. Snooper held a Statesman in his hand.
“Aha!” he said, “I thought I would surprise you. I just got in this morning. Here is a paper noticing my arrival.”
He handed it to Henry R. Grasty.
Mr. Grasty looked at the paper and turned deadly pale. It was dated three weeks after Mr. Snooper’s arrival.
“Foiled again!” he hissed.
“Speak, Bertram D. Snooper,” said Gladys, “why have you come between me and Henry?”
“I have just discovered that I am the sole heir to Tom Bean’s estate and am worth two million dollars.”
With a glad cry Gladys threw herself in Bertram’s arms.
Henry R. Grasty drew from his breast pocket a large tin box and opened it, took therefrom 467 pages of closely written foolscap.