“That’s right.”
“Rather considerable?” Bertha asked, tentatively feeling the way.
“Quite considerable,” Mrs. Goldring said in a tone of cold finality which slammed the door of that particular conversational corridor in Bertha Cool’s face.
For a moment there was silence, then Carlotta Goldring said quickly, “What actually happened, Mrs. Cool, is that Mabel and Everett Belder hadn’t been getting along very well together for the past few months, and when she had reason to believe that Everett was — well, you know, was — I mean, that he was—”
“Playing around?” Bertha interjected.
“Yes.”
“All right. She thought he was stepping out, so what happened?”
“She made a will leaving all her property to my mother and myself,” Carlotta said positively.
“How do you know?”
“She told us so. That is, she told us she was making such a will. She told my mother so over the telephone. She said she was drawing it up on her own typewriter. She knew she’d require two witnesses. I feel confident that Sally Brentner was one. We don’t know who the other witness was.”