"You'll live for years, Mr. Chipfellow. You're in fine condition." "Cut it out. You're itching for me to shuffle off so you can get a crack at what I'm leaving behind." "Why, Mr.--" "Shut up and have another drink." * * * * * Carter Hagen did not have long to wait as life-times go. Eighteen months later, Sam Chipfellow dropped dead while walking in his garden. The news was broadcast immediately but the stir it caused was nothing to the worldwide reaction that came a few days later. This was after all the relatives, all those who thought they had a faint chance of proving themselves relatives, and representatives of the press, radio, and video, gathered in the late Sam Chipfellow's mansion to hear the reading of the will. Carter Hagen, seeking to control his excitement, stood before a microphone installed for the benefit of those who couldn't get in. He said, "This is the last will and testament of Samuel Chipfellow, deceased. As his lawyer, it becomes my duty to--" An angry murmur went up from those assembled. Exclamations of impatience. "Come on! Get on with it. Quit making a speech and read the will, we can't wait all day!" "Quiet, please, and give me your closest attention. I will read slowly so all may hear. This is Mr. Chipfellow's last testament: "_I, Samuel B. Chipfellow, have made a great deal of money during my active years. The time now comes when I must decide what will become of it after my death. I have made my decision, but I remain in the peculiar position of still not knowing what will become of it. Frankly, I'm of the opinion that no one will ever benefit from it--that it will remain in the place I have secreted it until the end of time._" A murmur went up from the crowd. "A treasure hunt!" someone cried. "I wonder if they'll distribute maps!" Carter Hagen raised his hand. "Please! Let's have a little more order or the reading will not continue." The room quieted and Hagen's droning voice was again raised: "_This place consists of a vault I have had erected upon my grounds. This vault, I assure you, is burglar-proof, weather-proof, cyclone-proof, tornado-proof, bomb-proof. Time will have no effect upon its walls. It could conceivably be thrown free in some great volcanic upheaval but even then the contents would remain inaccessible._ "_There is only one way the vault can be opened. Its lock is sensitized to respond to a thought. That's what I said--a thought. I have selected a single, definite, clear-cut thought to which the combination will respond._ "_There is a stone bench in front of the vault door and I decree that any person who wishes, may sit down on this bench and direct his or her thought at the door. If it is the correct one, the door will open and the person causing this to happen shall then be the possessor of all my worldly wealth which lies inside._