And for years the twelve trustees hid the growing of the Sleeper's estate under double names and company titles and all that.

The Council spread by title deed, mortgage, share, every political party, every newspaper they bought.

If you listen to the old stories you will see the Council growing and growing.

Billions and billions of lions at last--the Sleeper's estate.

And all growing out of a whim--out of this Warming's will, and an accident to Isbister's sons.
"Men are strange," said the old man.