“That proves it,” said Daisy. “And nothing said of any kind?”
Georgie’s face screwed itself up in the effort to remember.
“Yes, there was something,” he said, “but I was talking to Lucia, and the others were talking rather low. But I did hear the lawyer say something to Pepino about pearls. I do remember the word ‘pearls.’ Perhaps it was the old lady’s pearls.”
Mrs. Quantock gave a short laugh.
“It couldn’t have been Pepino’s,” she said. “He has one in a tie-pin. It’s called pear-shaped, but there’s little shape about it. When do wills come out?”
“Oh, ages,” said Georgie. “Months. And there’s a house in London, I know.”
“Whereabouts?” asked Daisy greedily.
Georgie’s face assumed a look of intense concentration.
“I couldn’t tell you for certain,” he said, “but I know Pepino went up to town not long ago to see about some repairs to his aunt’s house, and I think it was the roof.”
“It doesn’t matter where the repairs were,” said Daisy impatiently. “I want to know where the house was.”