Mr. Sand, the beachcomber, nodded once Scrum had finished his story.

“Well, I can see now why you’re so ashamed. Is there perhaps anything else in the will that limits the fortunes to going to you?”

“Nope, my father saw no reason to do that,” sighed Scrum.

“Well…If I were to tell you that I had a way for you to get your father’s fortunes, what would you be willing to give me?”

“Many, many thanks, sir.”

”...Would you be willing to give me half the fortune?”

“No way!” responded Scrum, without even thinking about his response.

The beachcomber stood there and thought. If he wouldn’t even get half of the money, why should he give the shoes back to their rightful owner? And not just keep them for himself, or redeem them for the many fortunes of the Caen family… He was getting old though… and it was not a good idea to make enemies at his age…