The papers
are all signed and everything. My lawyer has got them in his safe. God
can't help Himself. You told me I'd better do it and I have. I'm not
afraid to meet God now! I'll show Him just like I showed Pete."
He rushed from the room as abruptly as he had entered. The Interpreter
heard him plunging down the stairs. The roar of his automobile died
away in the distance.
In an early morning extra edition, the Millsburgh _Clarion_ announced
the death of two of the most prominent citizens.
James McIver was killed in the explosion that burned his factory.
Adam Ward's body was found in a secluded corner of his beautiful
estate. He died by his own hand.
The cigar-store philosopher put his paper down and reached into the
show case for the box that the judge wanted. "It looks like McIver
played the wrong cards in his little game with Jake Vodell," he
remarked, as the judge made a careful selection.
"I am afraid so," returned the judge.
The postmaster took a handful from the same box and said, as he dropped
a dollar on the top of the show case, "I see Sam Whaley has confessed
that the blowing up of the factory was all set as part of their
program. Their plan was to wreck the Mill first then McIver's place.
Where do you suppose Jake Vodell got away to?"
"Hard to guess," said the judge.
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