Pell, listening intently, drew a sharp breath. He caught the significance of the question. His lips contracted. This damned bandit was capable of anything.
Lopez paid no attention to him. He asked for enlightenment from Hardy. "Señor Loan Fish, do you know?"
Pell ventured to get out part of a sentence. "Say, what the ..." But Pedro's active gun came against his ribs, and he paused, as who would not?
"She gets it all—the wife," Hardy told Lopez. "That is, if the husband hasn't made a will."
"'Ave you?" the bandit turned on Pell. "'Ave you made a will?" His tone was incisive. "Do not lie."
"No, damn you!" Pell in his rage cried out. "But I'm going to, the first min—"
"Good!" smiled Lopez.
Pell was puzzled, "What do you mean ... good?"
Lopez did not answer him; instead, he addressed Lucia: "Señora, your 'usband 'e is bad frand for you. 'E beat you, sometimes?"
Lucia was startled. "Why do you think that?" she asked.