“Oh, you mean the time when you were washing the car and I tapped on the window and called you in?”
“Yes.”
“That’s right, it was a will, wasn’t it? I think that’s what he said it was.”
“I’ll tell the world it was a will. You got ten thousand dollars in it.”
“I got what?” Josephine exclaimed incredulously.
“Ten thousand dollars,” Paul said.
Bertha Cool pushed the attestation clause of the will under her nose. “Is that your signature?” she asked.
“Why, yes, of course.”
“And that’s the will that you witnessed?”
“Yes.”