"Do about it?" in surprise. "Why, it's mine, isn't it?"

"It is not yours until next September," the lawyer quietly said.

"Well, I fancy I can wait," said Brewster with a smile that
cleared the air.

"But, my dear fellow, you are already the possessor of a million.
Do you forget that you are expected to be penniless a year from
now?"

"Wouldn't you exchange a million for seven millions, Mr. Grant?"

"But let me inquire how you purpose doing it?" asked Mr. Grant,
mildly.

"Why, by the simple process of destruction. Don't you suppose I
can get rid of a million in a year? Great Scott, who wouldn't do
it! All I have to do is to cut a few purse strings and there is
but one natural conclusion. I don't mind being a pauper for a few
hours on the 23d of next September."

"That is your plan, then?"

"Of course. First I shall substantiate all that this will sets
forth. When I am assured that there can be no possibility of
mistake in the extent of this fortune and my undisputed claim,
I'll take steps to get rid of my grandfather's million in short
order." Brewster's voice rang true now. The zest of life was