noticed evergreens were much more prevalent. It was too early in the year for the other trees to be leafed out. Some time later he saw the sign he was looking for; _Rte. 31 South - Round Harbor 22 miles_. The harbor was near the end of a long, rocky peninsula. There was only one main road down the center of it, which was typical this far down the coast. In fact, north of Portland there was one peninsula after the other. It was a pleasant drive down the winding, scenic road. There were old farm houses and cottages, seemingly all painted white, surrounded by broad open fields. He caught glimpses of the ocean from time to time.

At last he saw signs of the town. There was aof the will, you'll inherit everything. That includes Little Round Island, the manor, and the substantial investments held by the Trust. Congratulations, my boy...you're going to be rich."

Conall suddenly realized his mouth was agape. "You're kidding me..." he gasped quietly.

Oliver gave him a big smile. "Certainly not. I don't mean to be discourteous, but may I see your driver's license? It's just a formality. Then we can discuss the will in more detail and move forward drafting the necessary legal documents."

When Conall finally left Oliver's office, his head was spinning. It turned out Castletown Manor could only be reached by a causeway which was underwater at high tide. How bizarre was that? Also, there were some really strange stipulations in the will. One provided for two women to