 I called up some of the old-timers around the banks and the newspapers in town... to put the bite on them for some information about the old girl. And the best any of them could say for her... was that she had been the best speller in the third grade. Evidently, she'd done nothing decent since. My conscience told me to give back the five bills and bow out of the case. Five hundred dollars is a lot of money. But I have to shave every morning... and when I shave, I have to look at myself...