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I, Marcus Towne, being of a lot sounder mind than most men, especially my relatives and their friends,
and one who made his pile by hard work and quick brains, see no reason to leave it all to shiftless,
greedy, stupid, and otherwise useless people who liked my money more than they liked me!
Therefore, in this my last will and testament, I bequeath to my daughter-in-law, my grandson, my niece,
and my nephew the sum of $1.00 each! The remainder of my estate I give, without reservations, to anyone
who can find my treasure!
As an aid for the more intelligent, if there are any, I leave this set of riddles. Solve them and
find the loot!
Where the wild dog lives, the bottle and stopper shows the way to the billabong.
Above the apples and pears all alone the Lady from Bristol rides from a friend.
At the tenth ball of twine, you and me see our handsome mug ahead.
One man’s victim is another’s darlin’, follow the nose to the place.
Where men buy their trouble and strife, get out if you can.
In the posh Queen’s old Ned, be bright and natural and the prize is yours.
Who’d have thought the old man had so much money in him? Roll the dice and the swag is yours!
Executors will be: John Dillon, who likes me; Sink and Waters, who like money;
Alfred Hitchcock, who likes mystery!
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