"Fulton, you're a wizard," laughed the lawyer. "But now about the
cousins. Who are they? You know their names, of course."

"Oh, yes. You see I've done a little digging already--some years ago--
looking up the Blaisdell family. (By the way, that'll come in fine
now, won't it?) And an occasional letter from Bob has kept me posted
as to deaths and births in the Hillerton Blaisdells. I always meant to
hunt them up some time, they being my nearest kith and kin. Well, with
what I already had, and with what Bob has written me, I know these
facts."

He paused, pulled a small notebook from his pocket, and consulted it.

"There are two sons and a daughter, children of Rufus Blaisdell. Rufus
died years ago, and his widow married a man by the name of Duff. But
she's dead now. The elder son is Frank Blaisdell. He keeps a grocery
store. The other is James Blaisdell. He works in a real estate office.
The daughter, Flora, never married. She's about forty-two or three, I
believe, and does dressmaking. James Blaisdell has a son, Fred,
seventeen, and two younger children. Frank Blaisdell has one daughter,
Mellicent. That's the extent of my knowledge, at present. But it's
enough for our purpose."

"Oh, anything's enough--for your purpose! What are you going to do
first?"

"I've done it. You'll soon be reading in your morning paper that Mr.
Stanley G. Fulton, the somewhat eccentric multi-millionaire, is about
to start for South America, and that it is hinted he is planning to
finance a gigantic exploring expedition. The accounts of what he's