Ern in the past had dealt with him.
"How much?" he asked, presenting the ticket.
"Only two-pence," said Goldmann, and took the watch out of the case.
He handled it with care, almost covetously, burnishing it on his sleeve.
"What arms is them?" he asked, displaying the back.
Ernie didn't know.
"If it had been any man but your father left it, I'd have communicated with the police," said the pawn-broker cheerfully.
"Will you do it up in a piece of paper, please?" Ern requested.
The Jew obeyed.
"Lend me your stylo alf a mo," said Ernie, and wrote on the paper covering the word Dad.