“That’s what Carl claims. The will he produced is only three lines long, and the signature doesn’t look exactly like Ella’s. But the will is of later date than the one which left the orchard to me.”
“The second will gives this land to Carl Wingate?” questioned Connie, reaching down to pat Cap.
“Yes, and cuts me off with only her personal possessions.” Mr. Hooper laughed without mirth. “Her personal possessions! All that is left, is in that trunk and the bureau which was saved from the fire.”
“Why would it help to have a letter from your sister?” inquired Veve.
“Because it would give us other writing of hers and another signature to compare with Carl Wingate’s will.”
“You said the writing on the second will doesn’t look the same as on the first one?” Connie pursued the subject.
“No, it looks like a copy to me. I’ve been thinking of taking the matter to court, but so far I’ve no evidence.”
“Maybe we can find some evidence,” Veve declared confidently.
She began to burrow in the top layer of the trunk. As she lifted out an old brown wool skirt, three moth balls rolled onto the floor. Cap, thinking they were meant for play, began to chase them.