"Does she get the house?"
"She says so. And I know Auntie spoke of leaving it to her, because, I believe, Mr. Pell had wished it."
"What about the jewels, Iris?"
"Oh, Win, I wish you wouldn't talk or think about those things, till after——"
"After the funeral? I know it seems strange—I know I seem mercenary, and all that, but it isn't so, Iris. There's something wrong going on, and unless we are careful and alert, we'll lose our inheritance yet."
"What do you mean?"
"Never mind. But come with me and let's take a glimpse into the diary. I tell you we ought to do it. It may mean everything."
Iris followed him to a small enclosed porch off the dining room and they put their heads together over the book.
It was funny, for Ursula Pell couldn't help being funny.
One entry read: