"Well?" she questioned eagerly. He clasped her hands, beaming once
more.
"I've seen him, dear. It's all right. My word, I've had no end of a
busy day. The confounded fellow was out making calls on the
congregation, as they say, and I had to pursue him from house to
house, always missing him, by Jove."
"But you DID find him?" anxiously.
"Of course. He will be at the church at nine to-night--sharp. He
understands that no one is to know about it. His fee is ten pounds--
quite a bit for a chap like him. I found him calling upon a fellow who
is about to die--a Mr. Grover. He sent out word I'd have to wait as
the old gentleman was passing away. By Jove, do you know I was that
intense that I sent in word that the old gentleman would have to wait
a bit--I COULDN'T. The pastor came out and--well, it seems that the
fee for helping a chap to get married is more substantial than what he
gets for helping one to die. And, as luck would have it, I found a
fellow who will act as one of the witnesses to the ceremony at this
same house,--a Mr. Hooker, Anne. He came down on the train with us.
Tall, dark, professional looking man.
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