Article: The 11 heterograms of Farthalomew Splib.(Short Story)

Beads of sweat sprang out on the brow of radio personality Wally Fletch as he sat down in front of the microphone. He knew that it he didn't read his uncle's story flawlessly, he'd lose his $100,000 inheritance and with it the hand of the only woman he'd ever loved, Miss Avigail Beutelle. What a contretemps!

Three days earlier he had found himself poring over a small piece of paper he had found in the study of his wealthy uncle, Farthalomew Splib, the day after the latter's demise. He was looking for a will--which later turned up in the law offices of Immabod MucMarphy--but all that his uncle's desk contained was a slip of paper with eleven words scratched on it ...