WILLIAM. Not his to——
OLIVER. No, Jenkins.
SEPTIMA. I thought we weren’t going to mention Mr. Jenkins.
OLIVER. Shut up, Tim, that’s different. (To the [234]others) All the money comes from the books—at least I suppose it does—and the books aren’t his, so the money isn’t either.
WILLIAM (turning in a bewildered way to ISOBEL). Is that so?
ISOBEL (with a shrug). I suppose so.
WILLIAM. You say he had no family, this other man.
ISOBEL. None who bothered about him. But there must be relations somewhere.
WILLIAM. We shall have to find that out.
ISOBEL. Anyhow, as Oliver says, the money isn’t ours. (Bitterly) I wouldn’t touch a penny.