'Well,' began Mrs Simpson, 'I had an old uncle called Dr Rant, and when he died he left directions that we should put his body in a special underground room under a field near his house, and that he should wear his ordinary clothes. Since then, many of the country people around there say that they have seen him in his old black coat. Anyway, he's been dead for twenty years now. He had no wife or family - just me, his niece, and my cousin John. He had a lot of money and a big house and John and I hoped to receive half each when he died. But the day before he died, I was sitting near his bed when he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Mary. I've left everything to John in my will, you know. You won't get anything when I die." This was a shock to me, because my husband and I were not rich and we needed the money, but I said nothing because I felt that he wanted to say something more. I was right. He continued, "But, Mary, I don't like John and I think my will is wrong. I've decided that you should have everything ... but first you'll have to find the letter in which I have written my new will and I'm not going to tell you where it is. But I will tell you one thing - I've left it in a book. Mary, and the book is not in this house. It's in a place where John can go and find it any time. So, I'll tell you something more that John doesn't know. When I'm dead you'll find an envelope in my desk with your name on it and inside it you'll find something that will help you." Well, a few hours later, he died and I wrote to my cousin John Eldred, but of course, he has never replied Meanwhile, we have to continue living in our small apartmer here at Burnstow-on-Sea.'