Clem bit her lip.
‘What’s the odds? Make it up with a hit in the mouth now and then.’
‘What do you expect to know from that girl?’ inquired Bob.
‘Lots o’ things. I want to know what the old bloke’s goin’ to do with his money, don’t I? And I want to know what my beast of a ’usband’s got out of him. And I want to know what that feller Kirkwood’s goin’ to do. He’d ought to marry your sister by rights.’
‘Not much fear of that now.’
‘Trust him! He’ll stick where there’s money. See, Bob; if that Jane was to kick the bucket, do you think the old bloke ‘ud leave it all to Jo?’
‘How can I tell?’
‘Well, look here. Supposin’ he died an’ left most to her; an’ then supposin’ she was to go off; would Jo have all her tin?’
‘Course he would.’
Clem mused, eating her lower lip.