He took a yellow manila folder out of his bottom desk drawer and spread it open over the ledger sheets.

“Meet me at the Main Street Law Library at noon,” Arthur said.

“I’ll have the physical court filings ready to compare side by side under glass.”

The big oak reading tables on the library’s second floor were silent and smelled of old leather and floor wax.

Arthur laid the certified copy of Richard’s guardianship petition next to a high-resolution scan of my grandfather’s original trust papers.

I held a small brass magnifying glass over the blue notary seal pressed into the bottom corner of the last signature page.