"First I'm going to kiss you," he said, suiting the action to the word. "Then you're going to put on your prettiest dress and hat and we're going down to the City Hall to get a license. Then we'll be married by the first person that's looking for the job. Then we'll take a train for Charleston where the _Columbian_ is still awaiting orders, and we'll sail away under the tropical moon with a whole ocean liner to our two selves!" "But--but----!" "But me no buts!" "But you'll have to be here for the trial, I suppose." "There won't be any trial," said Jack gravely. "Harmon Evers had a vial of cyanide in his vest pocket." "Oh!" cried Kate. "He must be stopped!" "I promised not to." "But is it right to let him cheat the law?" "He may cheat the law, but not justice! The state will be saved the expense of a trial, and the public a demoralizing newspaper sensation." THE END End of Project Gutenberg's The Substitute Millionaire, by Hulbert Footner