30 or 40 more batches and I may have found what's going to rid the world of Granny's complaint.

I don't know what.

Her mind is set.

Quick as one of the young'uns learns enough doctrine to take over, she is gone.

So I just come over to give you a little head start to getting her share of the money together.

Just through a cipher, it'll come to about 16 million.

No!

Oh, one good thing.

I did talk her out of taking it all home in silver.

Wonderful.

She'll settle for gold dust.

Granny goes.

Mr. Clampett will soon follow.

Research?

Fetal cure?

Where could she be going?

If I may offer an unemotional analysis based on my first-hand objective observation... Just spit it out.

I think this has been brought on by her having no one to doctor.

She misses feeling useful and needed.

Yes, that's probably it.