ROBERT MORRISS: CANNIBAL SLAYER

As the unmarked helicopter landed and the commando team emerged, the clown took possession of the lead lined box that contained the pulsating glass eye artifact.
"We recovered that", stated the man.
"On my property", the landowner added.
"Is there a reward", inquired the wife?
"Just the thanks of a grateful nation", replied the clown, " although none of this will ever be made public".
"That's it", complained the landowner", Nothing for our efforts and recovery on my property"?
Tossing the keys to the landowner, the clown said while boarding the helicopter," You can have the Gremlin, and in the glove box are two Twinkies for your friends".
 

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ONE WEEK LATER: THE TODAY SHOW

Matt Lauer: "What happened after the helicopter took off"?
The Landowner, disguised and his voice modified:" I heard him exclaim as it lifted away "MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!" ".
Matt Lauer: "Well, there you have it".
 

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Matt Lauer: "Well, there you have it".
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On the west bank of Big Muddy in the Red Stick city, the self proclaimed "the only man to solve the Beale codes" knew there was much more to the Beale story than what Matt Lauer on the TODAY SHOW presented. He was intrigued by the mention of his PT Cruiser driving associate, who has yet to return his phone calls. He pondered on what happened there in Bedford county, and if the government affiliated clown was really Santa.
Thinking of Santa, he remembered an idea he got from watching all those Christmas programs.
On the movie about the Beale Papers and codes he intended to produce, after seeing one show that confirmed his decision on format.
In one word- CLAYMATION!
 

After several days and far too many attempts at working clay into the shapes of Beale and company, he came to the realization that the very basics of Claymation was not his forte. It seemed that unlike solving the Beale codes, making clay figures took a professional hand.
Where can I find a professional who works in clay he wondered.
Thinking upon it, it hit him like a green wave. TULANE !
Tulane had the Newcomb School of Art that was known for its pottery, and as an extra bonus, he could do research on Thomas Beale on campus in the Howard- Tilton Memorial Library's extensive "NEW ORLEAN PAPERS" collection.
He was on the two lane to Tulane the very next day.
 

Two undergraduates from the Newcomb School of Art agreed to do the clay figures for his Claymation movie, if, and only if, Riptide the Pelican was included in the production. He told them he would consider it and then waked to the Howard-Tilton to review the "NEW ORLEANS PAPERS" for mentions of Thomas Beale and Thomas Beale Jr, the Uptown Plantation, and the hotel on 10 Canal Street, and wether either one had departed New Orleans for extended periods.
 

After hour of research at the Howard-Tilton, he departed, quite crestfallen.
During the period that Thomas Beale would have been absent from New Orleans on his perilous adventure, there were newspapers articles concerning his attendance at Battle Veteran reunions and other social galas with his wife Celeste.
Similar newspaper coverage concerning his son after Beale Sr's death, September 1820, up until Jr's passing at the hotel, October 1823.
Neither Beale had departed and stayed gone from New Orleans during the crucial period in the Beale Paper pamphlet, and neither seemed to have a "J" middle name.
Walking to his parked automobile, his mind was filled with all manner of doubt= No "J", never left New Orleans, could neither of these men be the Beale of the story?
If not, who was this Beale? Or was it only a story after all?
If it was a story, at least I am not the only one who claimed to be the only to solve the Beale codes.
 

Time for the TV Show... TO TELL THE TRUTH! THREE "Thomas J. Beale"! TWO are liars & ONE is telling the TRUTH! Let's "listen in", as "The Shrimp" & Vanna "play along"...
 

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# 1: "I'm Thomas J. Beale"... # 2: "I'm Thomas J. Beale"... # 3: "I'm Thomas J. Beale"... "DANG!" screams "The Shrimp"... Vanna jiggles & giggles.
 

Washing down his muffuletta sandwich with an Abitiba Wrought Iron IPA at the Central Grocery on Decatur Street, he notice a rare bookstore across the street. As he approached the store, a job pamphlet on display in the stores window drew his attention- "THE WARD PAPERS" concerning authentic statements of events in Bedford County, copyrighted by Hazel Wood.
Pressing his nose against the glass, he noticed that this job pamphlet had age by its yellow tint and curling edges.
There was no price attached to this, but he knew he had to have it, as it could help prove that he was the only man that solved the Beale codes.
Opening the door triggered a ringing bell as dust motes flittered in the sunbeams of the open door.
 

Emerging from the bookstores backroom, was the round wire rimmed glasses tweed jacket proprietor.
"May I help you", he inquired.
"Yes, I am interested in "THE WARD PAPERS" job pamphlet on display in your window".
"I see. You are aware it is a very rare work, and quite expensive".
"You may not be aware of me, but I am the only man to solve the Beale codes, and that pamphlet could confirm my findings".
"A thousand dollars and its yours", replied the owner of the bookstore.
"Well can I at least look at it", he asked?
The proprietor, with hands on his hips, chuckled," All you Beale people want a look for free, then never purchase. A look with cost you a hundred, refundable of course being deducted with purchase".
The only man to solve the Beale codes pulled out his wallet, counted the bills within, then emptied his pockets of change, seeing that he lacked the entire amount by a long shot.
"Do you accept debit cards"?
 

Handing him a pair of white gloves, he pointed at a reading table in the shops far corner.
"Put these on and have a seat", he instructed as he locked and bolted the front door. "I have to be careful with you Beale people", he continued," One Yankee fellow who had a look at that job pamphlet, starting yelling that it confirmed his Peralta stones, and attempted to grab it and run, but I introduced him to Mr 44 Magnum Smith & Weston. He then placed two bills with Grant's picture on top of the pamphlet on that very tabletop, muttered something about Simpson and the South, and departed".
Putting white gloves on, the proprietor took the WARD PAPERS job pamphlet from its perch in the shop's window, delivering it to the man anxiously waiting at the reading table.
 

The bookstore proprietor placed the job pamphlet on the reading table in front of the man, who just stared at the cover.
THE WARD PAPERS
Authentic statement reguarding events in Bedford county
in the years of 1820-1822 as told to me by my uncle
Robert Morriss during the second year of the Confederate
War, concerning the visit of Thomas J Beale
James Beverly Ward 1882

copyright 1910, Hazel Wood
ECS FAUX PRINT SHOP
LIBERTY, VIRGINIA

He turned the first page and began to read.
http://www.treasurenet.com/forums/non-sense/459931-robert-morriss-cannibal-slayer.html
 

Opening the job pamphlet to its first page, he began to read the text. He smiled as it confirmed Beale's stay with Robert Morriss and wife, Sarah. It even mentioned Reverend Clay attending a supper at Washington Hotel with Beale.
This is fantastic, and could well be the very item he needed to confirm that he was the only one to solve the Beale ciphers.
He continued his reading, nodding his head at the mention of Pascal Buford.
It was pure providence that he notice this pamphlet in the bookstore window.
He knew he was destined to read this as his absolute proof.
He continued reading about the curious events in Bedford for county as told by Robert Morriss, and the came to the part where Morris mentioned the iron box.
"The iron box" he exclaimed out loud.
Taking a deep breath, he continued to read.
 

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Reading Ward's account of the letter from Beale that was in the iron box, he realized there was more to heaven and earth than his philosophy allowed. The treasure was real but it was cursed, turning men into cannibals that had to be hunted and killed.
But the major realization was that the events in the Beale Papers, the letters, the ciphers had nothing to do with actual events that happened in Bedford county during those years, and the biggest sting was that the ciphers were not constructed by Thomas J Beale, but by one of Ward's cousins or a friend.
His mood turned black. Getting up he stormed out of the bookstore , full knowing that he no longer was the only man to solve the Beale codes, as there was nothing to solve in the first place.
 

Float like a Butterfly, sting like a BEE... Bee Ale on me at the Peaks of Otter Lodge, TODAY!
 

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And YET! This is now 2017... NEW adventures BEYOND the Beale Ciphers (Heh...) awaits. SUDDENLY, the screaming cries, began... scaring the .... out of the 3 Crows & the Raven; "MEAT, MEAT!"
 

Beverly Walker McVeigh always heard family stories while growing up in Rustburg concerning a buried treasure.
It was either some gold hidden during the War of 1812 when the Brits burned the White House, or part of the Confederate treasury hidden by Jubal Early, or so the story went as passed down by her great great great whatever grandfather.
Her father did sell a bundle of Confederate bills and bank notes that helped put her through William & Mary, and he still had many old golden eagles that were hoarded and passed down through the family.
She often wondered if these were from the treasure of family legend, and if there was more ,still unfound, out there.
 

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