“Yes, we want you to see a quilt in this display,” said Mr. Hooper. “An autograph quilt. You will note that the blocks bear the names and signatures of their makers.”
Carl Wingate gazed at the faded coverlet without understanding what the older man meant.
“I never was much interested in quilts,” he began. “Now if my wife were here—”
Mr. Hooper pointed to the block which bore his sister’s name.
“Look at this one,” he suggested. “I think you’ll find it interesting.”
Mr. Wingate stared at the block a moment. Then he became somewhat flustered. But he would not admit that he was worried.
“Well, what about it?” he asked.
“You’ll observe that this is a sample of my sister’s writing,” Pa Hooper told him. “Also, that it does not look much like the signature on the will you claim was the last one she signed.”
Mr. Wingate’s face flushed with anger. He now seemed quite confused.
“What does this prove?” he blustered. “Not a thing! A person’s signature never appears exactly the same.”