“Walt has already given me notes for a new will; I have an associate drawing it in my absence, and Walt is supposed to sign it as soon as I get home.”

“Then I’m in time,” Eagle said. He stood up and offered his hand to Wilen. “I’ll look forward to seeing you and your wife when you move into your new house,” he said. “You must come for dinner.”

Wilen shook his hand. “Thank you, Ed, and thank you again for handling this closing with such dispatch.”

“It was my pleasure.” Eagle watched Wilen leave his offices and hoped to God that he would keep his word and deliver the letter.

THE FOLLOWING DAY, having returned to San Francisco with his new wife, Walter Keeler drove down to Palo Alto for the day to see his lawyer and to pack up some of his belongings there to move to the new apartment, so Eleanor had a day to herself. She used her new birth certificate and marriage certificate to obtain a driver’s license in the name of Eleanor Keeler, then had photos taken and hired an expediting service to obtain a passport for her.

She spent the rest of her day doing some serious shopping for her new wardrobe, taking pleasure in buying the best of everything with her new American Express card.

WALTER KEELER STOOD in his old home and pointed at things for the movers to take to the San Francisco apartment. Except for his clothes, papers, books and pictures, he would sell the house furnished. When the movers had left, he took one last look around the place, then left and drove to his lawyer’s office.

Joe Wilen greeted him warmly. “Just got back from Santa Fe last night,” he said, “and I bought a house there.”

“That’s great; it’s a beautiful place,” Keeler replied. “You know, Joe, you should sell the King Air and make the jump to a jet. I’m moving up to something with transatlantic range; why don’t you buy my CitationJet? It’s actually easier to fly than your King Air.”

“Walt, that’s a damned good idea,” Wilen said. Keeler named a very low price, and Wilen agreed. “I’ll need to get signed up for the training right away,” he said.

“Why wait? The airplane is at Hayward, but I’ll have it flown over to San Jose for you tomorrow. You can have my hangar rental, too; I’m building something bigger.”

Wilen buzzed his secretary and asked her to cut a check for the airplane and to download the FAA registration forms from the Internet. “We’ll wrap it up now,” he said to Keeler.

“Good for you, Joe! It’s a beautiful airplane; you’ll enjoy it.”

“The house is not far from the first tee at a development called Las Campanas. Maybe I’ll whittle down my handicap, who knows?”

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Keeler said. “I’ve bought Emilio Galiano’s vineyard and winery in Napa.”

“Wow! I thought he would never sell.”

“That’s what I thought, too, but I guess I caught him at a weak moment. I asked him to name his price, and he did. I gave him a personal check, so will you move the funds from my investment account and close the deal for me? You have my power of attorney.” He jotted down the figure and handed Wilen the paper.

“Sure, I’ll move the money right now. Any preference on what to sell?”

“You figure it out, Joe; you know I hate to deal with that stuff.”

“Okay, there’s enough in your tax-free municipals fund.” He buzzed his secretary and gave her instructions for wiring the funds to Keeler’s checking account, and when she brought in the form, he signed it and told her to fax it immediately.

Wilen opened an envelope on his desk and set a sheaf of papers before him. “Here’s your new will. Are you ready to sign it?”

“Yes, I am.”

Wilen handed him the will. “Please read it first.”

Keeler read through the new will. “Joe, do you think I should make Eleanor my executor? I mean, I know you’ll do a fine job, but shouldn’t she have that power?”

“Do you think she has the knowledge and organizational ability to deal with a complex estate like yours?”

“You have a point, Joe. I don’t know.”

“Then perhaps it would be best to leave things as they are. I’ll certainly do everything possible to look out for her interests.”

“Of course you will, Joe, and I trust you implicitly. Shouldn’t you get some witnesses in here, before I sign this thing?”

“I have one other duty to you first,” Joe said. “Have you heard of a Santa Fe lawyer called Ed Eagle?”

“Yes, I believe I have. Didn’t he win that big judgment against one of my competitors a while back?”

“That’s the fellow. I met him when I was in Santa Fe. We were partners in a golf tournament, and he was kind enough, when I expressed an interest in buying a house there, to introduce me to an agent. He also handled the closing. I liked him very much, and he’s certainly a fine lawyer.”

“I’m sure he is, but what does he have to do with your duty to me?”

Wilen took a sealed envelope from a desk drawer and pushed it across the desk to Keeler. “He asked me to personally deliver this letter to you.”

Keeler looked at the envelope but didn’t pick it up. “What is this, some business deal?”

“No, it’s not that. He declined to tell me anything about what’s in his letter, except that it concerns your wife.”

“Ellie? Does he know her?”

“I don’t know, but he said it was important that you read it before signing a new will.”

“How did he know I would be signing a new will?”

“He knew that you had remarried, so I assume he thought that you would, in the normal course of things, make a new will.”

“I’m not sure I like the idea of a lawyer I don’t know writing me letters about my wife,” Keeler said.

“My impression was that he believed he was acting in your interests.”

“You said he didn’t tell you what was in the letter; how do you know he’s acting in my interests?”

“That was just my impression of his intent. He said that he didn’t mind if you told me what was in the letter, but he wouldn’t tell me himself.”

“Joe, my interests and those of my wife are one and the same,” Keeler said. He picked up Eagle’s unopened envelope, walked across the room and fed it into Wilen’s shredder, then he came back and sat down. “Now,” he said, “let’s get those witnesses in here.”

Wilen called in his secretary and two associates and watched as Keeler signed the will and the three witnesses added their signatures.

“That’s it,” Wilen said. “Do you want the original or a copy? I can keep the original in my safe, if you like.”

“Do that, Joe, and give me a copy for Ellie.”

Wilen sent the will to be copied. Shortly, his secretary returned with the copy of the will and the FAA documents and check for the CitationJet. Wilen signed the check, and Keeler signed the transfer of the registration.

Keeler stood up. “Joe, will you deposit the check for the airplane in my account here for me?”

“Of course. I’ll send my secretary to the bank now.”

Keeler stuck out his hand. “Thank you, Joe. You’re a good lawyer and a good friend.”

Wilen shook his hand and watched his friend leave. He wondered what the hell had been in Ed Eagle’s letter.