For a brief moment, What-son said nothing, mainly because he was quite confused.  Then it struck him.  'GOOD HEAVENS !  Why, that's not what the last sentence of this will says at all !'
        Grinning from ear to ear, Homes responded with, 'Indeed it does NOT !'
        What-son was fumbling for words at this point.  Sure-Luck continued by saying, 'And you have no idea how elated I was, when Bryon spoke those same words that given day, back then.'
        'But, but what does this all mean, Homes ?' asked a yet bewildered doctor.
        'It means, my dear friend,' said Homes, 'that the words found on that typewriter ribbon were the words of a different will, a will known about by 3 people only, Mr. Langford, Maria and myself..  In fact, it was the will that Mr. Langford had typed out only days before his death.  And that is why I was truthful in saying the ribbon proved that the will was typed out by Mr. Langford.'
        'So there were TWO wills !' cried out What-son.  Nodding Homes continued.
        'You recall when I had returned from lunch that both the gardener and Maria had wanted to speak with me ?  Well, Maria had just found her father's will in his dresser drawer.  And oh yes, it was not only dated, but signed, as well.
        No one alive, except Maria and I, knew about the true will, so they, like you, assumed I was referring to the one found in the typewriter.'
        'Why that is amazing !  And I must say, I have to apologize for having doubted you, Homes.' said an apologetic What-son.
        'Apology accepted !' laughed Sure-Luck.  'And now, just briefly, I'll mention just a few points about evidence that aided me in determining what had obviously happened during the days prior to Mr. Langford's death. 
        A missing pill bottle played a big part.  It was missing for a brief time, thanks to Miss Elsworth taking it to Bryon, so as to doctor up one of the capsules with the poison he had stolen from the hospital.  And get this.  As clever as he thought he was, he made one of two fatal mistakes, that got them both arrested.
        He had apparently attempted to reach inside the pill bottle to remove a capsule, but somehow managed to get his fingerprint on the inside of the bottle.  Yes, a most foolish mistake.
        We had found his apartment he had been staying in since leaving Portsmouth, and while he was at the Estate, a search warrant permitted the police to search and find much incriminating evidence, including clothing of Miss Elsworth.  And by the way, he had NOT given up his other apartment in Portsmouth, because he needed to return there, knowing that Maria would call him up that given Friday.
        Now I mentioned TWO mistakes Bryon made.  The other was in not having read the phony will that Miss Elsworth had typed out.  He knew in general what it was going to say, namely, leaving a considerable amount of wealth to Melonie.  It didn't seem important to actually know what it said, word for word.  If he had, then he might have realized the ribbon was revealing something OTHER than the will typed out by Melonie herself.
        And yes, she had several opportunities, in Mr. Langford's temporary absence, to type out the entire will.  And one last point.  Bryon's idea of checking the ribbon did not come about as a sudden thought.  You see, when we were seated together at the desk, he had been rocking back and forward, and it was during one of those forward movements, that his eyes spotted the clear impressions on the ribbon on the left side of the center clasp.  What he himself could already read, was;

        Of course, the letters Bryon typed in for that demonstration , also were shown.'
        Then stopping to think for a moment, Homes went on, 'I still need to explain something about the real will, made out by Mr. Langford himself.  Now while it was obviously an authentic will, which by the way left everything to Maria, it would have done no good to have made it's existence known yet, for it still could not have been proven that the one found that Friday, in the typewriter was not perhaps a second one he decided to make out, having second thoughts about leaving Melonie out of the first one.'
        'Well !' exclaimed What-son, 'That certainly was a case filled with ironics !'
        'Oh, but I'm not through yet !  Perhaps the biggest ironic happening is not yet spoken of.  It began soon after the policemen has escorted the two from the Estate.  And by the way, lest I forget, I think you will now understand why I let Bryon think that Miss Elsworth was innocent of any wrong doing.  I took advantage of that half hour to ensure that there were policemen handy.  If I had spilled the beans earlier, both Bryon and Melonie might well have "flown the coop" !
        Okay, as I said, moments after the two had left the room, Maria wanted to know more about what the ribbon had disclosed.  She said she was unfamiliar with the workings of the typewriter.  So I took her to the Study and showed her.  When I pointed out the knob, which controlled the advancement of the ribbon, she gasped !
        She then proceeded to tell me something quite ironic !  It all began about a week before her fathers death.  And by the way, so the events are in line,  Miss Elsworth typed that phony will about a week and a half prior to the death.  Maria, a few days later,. had need of the desk, to do some poster work for her class at school.
        Like always, she would move the typewriter aside, then do her posters.  But on this particular occasion, something unexpected happened.  As she grabbed the typewriter at both ends, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her right finger.  It was bleeding.  She had it taken care of, then returned to see what caused the cut.  She noticed a sharp piece of metal at the end of an exposed bolt.  She never noticed it before.
        Well, after successfully moving the typewriter out of the way, she opened the drawer containing the ruler she always used.  When she had pulled it out far enough, and stopped, something started rolling to the front of the drawer.  It was a silver-gray knob.  It was the same color as the rest of the typewriter, and figured it must have come off of that exposed bolt.  So she promptly screwed it back on, and tightly, I might add, and finished her work.
        Now think about this, What-son.  That knob had come off, Somehow.  And if Maria had not any need for the desk, or even so, if she had grabbed an inch higher or lower, and not cut herself, that knob would never have been replaced. 
        Now we already know that when the knob is screwed all the way in, the advancement goes to maximum.  What do you suppose the advancement is, if the knob is screwed back out, or even more so, actually removed ?'
        'Why, good heavens !' declared the good doctor. 'What you and Bryon saw on the ribbon would not have been readable !'
        'Exactly !' responded Homes.  "And by the way, it later was learned that Melonie herself had purposely removed the knob, when she typed out her phony will.  It was intended that for a safe guard that no one could ever incriminate them, should someone ever think about checking the ribbon.  But why she never simply got rid of the knob, no one knows.'
        'By the saints, Homes !  That means that Maria was actually responsible for catching her father's killers !' 
        'You are so right, What-son !' 
        Then quickly adding, 'I suppose you yourself deserve some credit too, Homes.'
        Laughing, Homes said, 'I imagine I deserved that, considering what I put you through today.'
        Then Homes suddenly remembered something.  'I nearly forgot !  Maria had learned sometime later, that a favorite writer of hers, had become afflicted with a crippling disease, and had just begun to recuperate.  She felt it would be beneficial for everyone concerned, if she gave the typewriter to him.'
        'Aha !' exclaimed hat-son. 'That explains things very nicely now.  And I say, Homes, Since I'm going to be writing about this case, why not give it a title that is most appropriate.  I believe I will call it "Where there is a Will, there is (Not Necessarily) a way !"'
        What-son chuckled smartly about the name he gave the case.