Open the Envelope in front of everyone

Roger stands up, his mind racing. Then he speaks, "This is ridiculous. I want, while I'd like some kind of inheritance as much as anybody else. But keeping quiet and confused is a stupid way to play any game." He tears open the envelope and starts to read, but the first words on the page stop him from reading aloud.

"Dear Roger,

I implore you not to share the contents of this letter with anyone, at least not until you understand it yourself. I write this in preparation for my imminent **** with the intention of securing my obligations and responsibilities, even what remains of my immortal soul, against the neglect and mismanagement born of ignorance amongst my inheritors and successors. Know this now; I am and have been for some time a seer of the future, a medium of strange spirits, and a rather poor proprietor of human knowledge. I have been thus far lead to believe that you are both ignorant of and disinterested in the legacy of our shared ancestry. This make you an ideal interloper, unpoisoned and unpolluted by the machinations of myself and my peers. I impose on you in **** the heritage which I neglected you in life.

I ask that you consider my request with the purest of intention and affection for your Great Uncle's wishes. To that end I will buy your indifference. My estate has been instructed that, regardless of the situation of your departure, you will inherit from me an amount of gold certificates that are at present worth £50,000. I reiterate, this inheritance is yours whether you flee at this instant, abandon your efforts, or succeed in the endeavor I ask of you. Your conscious ought be clear regardless.

You have heard the terms of my will, those remaining will inherit from the bulk of my estate. I ask you to remain as long as you may to help determine my best successor, and that you abdicate your greater claim at the time you feel most most appropriate. In the next six days you will learn a great deal about where you come from and who you really are.

With Love and Appreciation, Sabastian Carmine."

Rogers hands tremble now. He notices a small post script at the bottom, written in hasty pencil.

"I thought to suggest you burn this letter, but I know in truth that such an action would only intimate a greater secret than any that this letter contains. It may be best that you keep it in tact, that you may cons"

The final 'S' trails of the edge of the paper in a sharp, dark line.