With an explosive chuckle the lawyer clapped his knee. "Fulton, this
is absolutely the richest thing I ever heard of! I'd give a farm to be
a fly on YOUR wall and see you do it. I'm blest if I don't think I'll
go to Hillerton myself--to see Bob. By George, I will go and see Bob!"

"Of course," agreed the other serenely. "Why not? Besides, it will be
the most natural thing in the world--business, you know. In fact, I
should think you really ought to go, in connection with the bequests."

"Why, to be sure." The lawyer frowned thoughtfully. "How much are you
going to give them?"

"Oh, a hundred thousand apiece, I reckon."

"That ought to do--for pin money."

"Oh, well, I want them to have enough, you know, for it to be a real
test of what they would do with wealth. And it must be cash--no
securities. I want them to do their own investing."

"But how are you going to fix it? What excuse are you going to give
for dropping a hundred thousand into their laps like that? You can't
tell your real purpose, naturally! You'd defeat your own ends."

"That part we'll have to fix up in the letter of instructions. I think
we can. I've got a scheme."

"I'll warrant you have! I'll believe anything of you now. But what are
you going to do afterward--when you've found out what you want to