“Mr.

Miller came in at twelve fifteen while the licensed notary, Mrs.

Gable, was down the street having lunch at the diner.”

“Did he ask for a seal?” Evelyn asked her.

“He said he had an emergency filing for an estate closing,” Brenda said.

She tugged the cuff of her cardigan down over her wrist.

“He put two hundred dollars in cash on my desk blotter and asked me to hand him the brass embossing stamp from Mrs.

Gable’s drawer.”