“What you say is true, Mr. Snooper, but I ask you to read that,” he said, handing it to Bertram Snooper.
Mr. Snooper had no sooner read the document than he uttered a piercing shriek and bit off a large chew of tobacco.
“All is lost,” he said.
“What is that document?” asked Gladys. “Governor Hogg’s message?”
“It is not as bad as that,” said Bertram, “but it deprives me of my entire fortune. But I care not for that, Gladys, since I have won you.”
“What is it? Speak, I implore you,” said Gladys.
“Those papers,” said Henry R. Grasty, “are the proofs of my appointment as administrator of the Tom Bean estate.”
With a loving cry Gladys threw herself in Henry R. Grasty’s arms.
Twenty minutes later Bertram D. Snooper was seen deliberately to enter a beer saloon on Seventeenth Street.