the third drawer will be opened, containing
the third and last installment of Mr.
Hartley Graham's queer, queer drawn-out
will. When it is--oh! when it is--maybe,
then, at last, there will be something
coming to the University, our University,
to benefit your inventions, Daddy."

"My child! when that third nut is
cracked, 'twill only benefit a 'nut'." The
man chuckled drily now. "In other
words, the remainder of Friend Hartley's
fortune, all that his sister, Mrs. Grosvenor,
hasn't already got, will still be
held in trust by me, as executor of the
will, for--for that griffin of a younger
brother of his who cleared out over twenty
years ago and hasn't sent a line to his
family since."

"Was Mr. Treffrey Graham--really--such
a--zany?" Pem asked the question
for the nineteenth time, her black
eyebrows arching.

"My word! 'Was he?' A--a regular
hippogriff he was, child! A hot ta-*
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