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"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. "What you say is true, Mr. Snooper, but I ask you to read that," he said, handing it to Bertram Snooper. Mr.
"There isn't one without a cover, is there?" he inquired. "No!" his wife replied. "There isn't one with a little sweetness oozing down the side of it, is there?" he asked her. "No!" said Mrs. Mouse. "Not one! I suppose Miss Snooper has licked them all clean." "That disagreeable Miss Snooper has spoiled everything for us," Moses Mouse declared. And for a fat gentleman he looked oddly unhappy.
"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.
He turned to get it, only to find himself face to face with Miss Snooper herself; for Miss Kitty Cat was home again. Before Moses Mouse could jump she clapped a paw down on him. And there he was a prisoner! "Well, well!" cried Miss Kitty Cat. "Aren't you glad to see me? You were just wishing I was here." Moses Mouse didn't act glad not the least bit! He struggled his hardest to get away.
To the great astonishment of Moses Mouse, the short-tailed stranger seemed in no wise startled by his news. "Huh!" Master Meadow Mouse exclaimed. "If this Miss Snooper as you call her bothers me, I'll serve her as I did one of her kittens." "What did you do to the kitten?" Moses Mouse inquired with great interest. "I bit her nose," said Master Meadow Mouse. Moses Mouse gazed at him with horror.
I have papers to prove that Bertram Snooper is the heir to the Tom Bean estate, and I have discovered that Gladys' grandfather who sawed wood for the Hornsby's was also a cook in Major Rhoads Fisher's command during the war. Therefore, the family repudiate her, and she will marry me in order to drag their proud name down in the dust. Ha, ha, ha!"
"That's good news," Moses Mouse remarked. "But you must look out for Miss Snooper," he added. "Who is she?" Master Meadow Mouse asked his new friend. "Miss Snooper " Moses Mouse explained "Miss Snooper is our name for Miss Kitty Cat. She lives in the farmhouse. And when she isn't indoors she's usually prowling about the yard."
Moses Mouse murmured. "I'll bite her nose if she sticks it into this crevice," Master Mouse declared. "Isn't he brave!" she breathed into her husband's ear. "I'm not so sure of that," said Moses Mouse in an undertone. "He talks a good deal about nose-biting. I should like to see him do it. I knew Miss Snooper was skulking around the yard to-night. That's why I came to call on this chap.
"We keep a snooper over the village; fit it with a loud-speaker and a timer; it can give them their thugg-thugg, on schedule, automatically." "We might give the Lord Mayor a recording and a player and let him decide when the people ought to listen if that's the word to it," Dorver said. "Then it would be something of their own." "No!" He spoke so vehemently that the others started.
"I'll have you know that in approaching this ranch hereafter, you will be required to halt at the front gate and whistle, cough, stamp your feet, yell or fire six shots from a Colts revolver " "You mean a presidential salute o' twenty-one twelve-inch guns" retorted Harley P. "I ain't no snooper.
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