After Diane left for work Chris went back into the lounge still wondering on what Diane meant by the way to open the bag is in the song and that she was not allowed to tell him the answer.
Sitting down at the table deciding to write the words of the songs down on paper to see if they will help. No sooner than starting to write he could hear singing, the same as the night before. Chris stopped writing to listen to the singing, but as soon as he stopped writing the singing stopped.
Giving up on the writing of the song, he decided to sing it instead, but this time nothing happened, not even the singing like before. Thinking to himself that it must have been the key to opening the bag he got up and went to the bag and tried once again to open it, but again he heard the high pitched whistle. Pulling his hands back he went and sat on the sofa looking at the bag and started to whisper the words "Talk TO Me" over and over again.
After about 5 minutes he gave up yet again. Not wanting it to get the better of him, he picked up the pad of paper that he had been writing on and he read the words again, but still he could not find anything that would help him to open the bag.
Realizing it was lunchtime and he was feeling hungry he went to make himself something to eat. After eating the sandwich he thought a walk might help clear his head so he could think. Maybe, then he could find the answer to the bag. Not really knowing were to go he just started to walk.
Trying to work out what the song had to do with the bag occupied his mind. He stopped to look around only to find himself back at the elfin stronghold, but this time it looked as through someone had been there and cleaned up. There was no dust any were to be seen.
Wondering if the leprechaun could help he called out his name, "McAdams O'Douglas". He got no response. Chris called again, but still nothing. Thinking to himself he had nothing to lose by calling one more time. "McAdams O'Douglas", are you here? Chris yelled as loud as he could. This time the little leprechaun appeared, and in a very gruff voice said, "What do you want now little singer? You have already got my gold; I have nothing else you can have, so be gone."
"No! Wait please, I just want some help on how to open the bag. Every time I go to open it I hear this high pitched whistle and I cannot open it for the whistle."
"Have you heard music?", asks McAdams.
"Yes", Chris replies.
To this McAdams replied, "Then there is nothing I can do to help you, so be gone with you."
"Please wait!" Chris pleaded with the elfin. "I have one more question."
A very impatient McAdams asks, "What is it then?"
"Diane, my wife, has worked out how to open the bag with one of my songs, but has told me I have to work it out myself."
"That is correct", replies McAdams.
"Then who can help me?", Chris asks.
To this McAdams replies, "Only those that will not profit from what is in the bag. Now be gone with you, I have much to do and I am not answering any more of your questions." With that McAdams O'Douglas disappears again.
Chris turned around and started for home. When Chris got home he found Rosanna in the study reading.
"Hi! Rosanna, know anyone who will not profit from the gold in the bag downstairs that will help me work out how to get it open?", Chris asks.
Looking at her father and coming to the conclusion that her father has total gone MAD, but not going to say so replies, "The only ones I can think of is your fans that wrote the story about you, but even they might find it a little hard to really believe you about the bag of gold and start to think that you belong in the local NUT house."
Laughing at this he asks, "Can you help me write a email to them please?" Chris thought to himself, I don’t really know that much about computers and I don’t want to do anything to Rosanna’s computer that will break it or get one of those computer bugs that she keeps going off about.
Rosanna said, "If you really want to ask them, then Yes, I will help you", knowing her father did not really have a clue about computers and the Internet.
"Don't blame me Dad if they all tell you that you are MAD OK?", Rosanna told him.
"OK Rosanna. I cannot help wondering if they will be able to help me though."
Sitting down together at the computer they started to write the email to cdeb@yahoogroups.com, praying the fans could help.
