Sure-Luck was experiencing quite a conflict, in his mind.  He was not only trying to hide his great disappointment, but yet seeking some new means of obtaining the desired evidence to confirm his ever growing suspicions.
        Bryon also seemed bothered, possibly from the inquiry dragging out so much longer than he had expected.  He too seemed deep in thought.  He unconsciously began rocking back and foreward in his seat, the chair practically resting on the back two legs only, and threatening to topple backwards.
        Seemingly endless moments had passed, when suddenly, and without warning, Bryon jumped up from his chair, perhaps "leaping" would have been a better description, and in the process, having knocked his chair back and onto the floor.
        He stood for a moment, not moving, but obviously in thought, judging from his eyes which went from wide open to a frown.  Then turning, he walked over behind the seated Homes and stood there a second or two.
        Sure-Luck, who had become almost startled by the young man's unexpected behavior, turned around and looked up at Bryon, and was about to speak, when Bryon immediately returned to his chair, set it upright and sat back down again.
        'Bryon ?'
        For a moment, Bryon acted as if he didn't hear Homes speak to him, but he quickly regained his senses and turning towards Sure-Luck with a sheepish grin on his face, he said, 'Oh boy !  I'm sure you are wondering what just happened !'
        'Well,' replied Homes, 'that thought certainly had crossed my mind !'
        Taking a deep breath, Bryon said, 'Mr. Homes, I apologize if my behavior caused you any alarm.  Something suddenly came to mind, and I guess I wasn't prepared for it and didn't know what to think about it.  However, I've given it some thought, and I believe there is the possibility that you can get that long awaited positive evidence you have been seeking.'
        'What ?' responded a most surprised Homes.  'Are you sure ?'
        'Well, hear me out and then you decide for yourself.' answered Bryon.  'Mr. Homes, I guess it is obvious that you have doubts about my uncle having typed out the will.  Now be as it may, I would assume that if you could prove that my uncle was not the last person to use this typewriter, then you'd have what you want, am I correct ?'
        Sure-Luck was not prepared for such a supposition.  He thought for a moment before answering, then replied, 'Why my boy, I had not actually considered the possibility, but now that you have brought it up, I'd have to say, Yes, indeed, such proof would confirm my suspicions.'
        Now Homes, who was suddenly feeling more positive about things again, was about to say more, when Bryon, holding up one forefinger, stated, 'Now I think I should warn you, I'm not positive about the proof.  Much will depend on the circumstances. 
        However, before I check, permit me to explain another valuable advantage of this particular type of machine here.' referring to the typewriter.  'Mr. Homes, I imagine that a person in your position requires a typewriter quite a bit yourself, am I right ?'
        Not wishing to delay that "proof" any longer than possible, Sure-Luck merely nodded his head.
        'Okay, then you undoubtedly know how the ribbon and spools operate, also correct ?'
        Sure-Luck, having become a bit annoyed at these seemingly unnecessary questions, and yet not wishing to show his impatience, smiled and replied, 'But of course !'
        'Then I'm sure you're aware that our "conventional" typewriter ribbons move from one spool to another, perhaps no more than a sixteenth of an inch, with each key stroke.  And this means that perhaps 6 to 10 characters can be typed and having produced their impressions upon the ribbon, in the space of one character width.
        Obviously, the ink within that duration of space becomes less available for transferring the character onto the paper, as each key is pressed, simply because the characters are overlapping so much.
        Now it seems that the designer of this typewriter took such a situation into account, and decided to produce one that could guarantee absolutely every character typed on paper to be as clear and sharp as the next.

Editors Note: Keep in mind, that back then, throw-away ink cartridges or today's modern electronic "ribbonless" typewriters did not exist.

        What he did, was to design this machine so that one had a choice of how far the ribbon could advance.  The advance can be anywhere from the minimum of our own conventional typewriters, to a full advance, which provides for the ribbon to move slightly more than a full character width, with each stroke of a key.'
        Homes began picturing in his mind what Bryon was explaining and soon realized what he was getting at.
        'And best of all,' continued Bryon, 'the ribbon moves from the right spool to the left.  Do you have any idea what this means ?  I'll tell you.  It simply means that an actual "record" of what has been typed, can be seen on the ribbon, itself, providing that a couple conditions are met.
        For one thing, the ribbon must not have been rewound, otherwise you will have impressions on top of impressions.  Secondly, and most importantly, the advance must be set for maximum.'
        Sure-Luck's anxiety was growing with each spoken word, and yet he was reluctant to interrupt the boy, considering he may end up having provided that long sought proof.
        'Okay, that's it.' Bryon went on.  'Now Mr. Homes, you are sitting on the side that contains the adjustment knob for the ribbon advance.  Check and see how far that knob is turned in, and pray it is turned in all the way.'
        Homes complied, grabbing the small knob and began twisting it clockwise.  A big smile came over his face as he realized he could not turn it.  It was already tightened as much as possible.
        Bryon needed no reply from Homes.  The look told him it was tight, as hoped for.
        Now sighing, Bryon said, 'We are half way home !  Okay, now as for the ribbon itself, it could have been rewound one or more times, or not rewound at all or perhaps even replaced with a new fresh one.  Only an examination of the ribbon will tell us which.
        Bryon reached for the ribbon near the center clasp, and removed it, and then began pulling out a portion of the ribbon from the left spool.
        He brought it up close so as to see as well as possible.  He looked at a portion of it, then went on to another portion, and did the same.
        Homes was about to burst !  'Bryon ?  What do you see ?  Is the ribbon readable ?  Good Heavens, man, say something !'
        Looking a bit apologetic, Bryon spoke, 'I'm sorry, I just wanted to be certain of what I was seeing.  As to your questions, I'm happy to say that a clear record can be seen on it.  What Luck !'
        Sure-Luck was elated !  He was about to ask just what Bryon had rad on the ribbon, when the young man said, 'I think I should not have mentioned the word Luck !'  Homes' face suddenly grew a frown.
        Sighing heavily, Bryon said, 'I hesitate to tell you what is on the ribbon, simply because it is not what you want to hear.'
        Homes' disappointment became all too obvious.  Yet, having sighed himself, he returned with, 'Well, nevertheless, let's hear what it has to say.'
        'Very well then.  Now I backed the ribbon up enough to see the complete last sentence.  It reads as follows:  I hereby bequeath this to be my last will and testament.'
        'WHAT ?' exclaimed Homes.  'Are you sure ?'
        Giving the ribbon to Sure-Luck, Homes looked at it carefully.  Then moments later, he dropped the ribbon and reached into his pocket and pulled out the will.  He glanced at the last sentence and refolded the paper and returned it to his pocket.  Then shaking his head in amazement, Homes said, 'Well, my boy, I wanted proof, and I got it. 
        Now mind you, I have stated before, that as far as I was personally concerned, I wanted positive, conclusive evidence, whether it was in my favor or not.  And as I see it, this ribbon has done the job.
        Well, Bryon, thanks to you, this inquiry has come to an end.  This ribbon positively proves that your uncle was the very last person to use this typewriter and that he did indeed type out his own will.'