“Bet it’s what, Paul?” his wife asked as he quit speaking abruptly as though wondering whether he should continue.
“The paper he had me sign as a witness,” Paul said. “Don’t you remember? I told you about that Sunday when Josephine Dell was out here. He called us both into the room and said he wanted to sign something, and wanted us to witness his signature. He signed in pen and ink, and then turned over a page and had us sign as witnesses.”
Bertha Cool turned over the first page of the document, inspected the signatures on the second page, and said, “That’s right. Two people have signed as witnesses: Josephine Dell and Paul Hanberry.”
“Then that was it. That was his will.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Mrs. Cranning asked sharply.
“I told Eva he had us sign something in here. I thought he said it was a will.”
“I never thought it really was a will,” Eva said hastily to her mother. “To tell you the truth, I didn’t think much of it. I remember Paul was out washing the car, and Mr. Milbers tapped on the window and asked him to come in and—”
“What’s in that will?” Christopher Milbers demanded sharply. “What does it say?”
Bertha, who had been reading the document, looked over at Milbers and said, “You aren’t going to like this.”
“Well, come on,” Paul Hanberry said, somewhat impatiently. “What’s it all about?”