"
"Miss Gladys!" gasped the other.
"And mind, Samuel!" she added. "Come and tell me about it afterwards.
Perhaps I can advise you what to do next."
There was a pause, while the two looked at each other. And then in a
sudden burst of emotion Miss Gladys exclaimed, "Oh, Samuel, you are an
angel!"
And she broke into a peal of laughter; and swiftly, like a bird upon
the wing, she leaned toward him, and touched his cheek with her lips.
And then, like a flash, she was gone; and Samuel was left alone with
his bewilderment.
Samuel set out forthwith for Mr. Wygant's office. But just before he
came to the bridge Mr. Wygant's automobile flashed past him; and so he
turned and went back to the house.
This time he went to the front door. "I am Samuel Prescott, from St.
Matthew's Church," he said to the butler. "And I want to see Mr.
Wygant upon important business."
Mr. Wygant sat in a great armchair by one of the windows in his
library. About him was the most elaborate collection of books that
Samuel had yet seen; and in the luxurious room was an atmosphere of
profound and age-long calm. Mr. Wygant himself was tall and stately,
with an indescribable air of exclusiveness and reserve.
Samuel clenched his hands and rushed at once to the attack. "I am
Samuel Prescott, the sexton's boy at the church," he said; "and I have
to talk to you about something very, VERY serious.
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