Mrs. Cranning said, “Be careful what you say, Mr. Milbers.”
Josephine Dell said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Milbers. I don’t know what’s in the will, but, as far as the will itself is concerned, it’s absolutely genuine. I remember Mr. Milbers calling us in that day in January. Paul was washing the car outside the library, Remember, Paul? You’d backed it out in the driveway. It was right under the library window, and we could hear the hose running. Mr. Milbers went over to the safe and took out this paper. He told me that he wanted to sign a will and wanted me to be one witness, and said I’d better get one of the others as an additional witness. I asked him which one, and he said it didn’t make any difference. Then he said, ‘Isn’t that Paul washing the car out there?’ and I said, ‘Yes,’ and he said, ‘Well, tap on the window and motion for him to come in.’ ”
“That’s right,” Paul said. “And when I came in the boss said he wanted to make a will, and wanted me to sign as a witness. I didn’t pay very much attention to it, because I thought — well, you know, I didn’t think there was a dime in it for me.”
Josephine said, “I remember you were working on the car, because there was a little grease on your right hand. You got it on the paper, and Mr. Milbers—”
Christopher Milbers grabbed at the will. “Well, there’s no grease mark here,” he said.
Mrs. Cranning looked over his shoulders. For a moment she was silent with dismay.
Eva Hanberry said, “Well, a grease spot doesn’t make a will; and, besides, your recollection might be at fault, Josephine.”
“No,” Josephine Dell said firmly. “I don’t care what difference it makes or who gets hurt, I‘m going to tell the truth. There was a grease spot. If that grease spot isn’t on the paper, it isn’t genuine. Let me see my signature again.”
“Wait a minute,” Nettie Cranning said. “The grease would have been wiped off.”
“No,” Josephine said. “ I wiped it off right away with a Kleenex I took from my purse, but it left a spot and—”