Grasty had evidently worked his rabbit's foot successfully, although
he was quite a while in doing so.
Just as the preacher was about to pronounce the fatal words on which he
would have realized ten dollars and had the laugh on Mr. Grasty, the
steeple of the church fell off and Bertram D. Snooper entered.
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.
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