‘But supposin’ Jo was to go off first, after the old bloke? Should I have all he left?’
‘I think so, but I’m not sure.’
‘You think so? And then should I have all hers? If she had a accident, you know.’
‘I suppose you would. But then that’s only if they didn’t make wills, and leave it away from you.’
Clem started. Intent as she had been for a long time on the possibilities hinted at, the thought of unfavourable disposition by will had never occurred to her. She shook it away.
‘Why should they make wills? They ain’t old enough for that, neither of them.’
‘And you might as well say they ain’t old enough to be likely to take their hook, either,’ suggested Bob, with a certain uneasiness in his tone.
Clem looked about her, as if her fierce eyes sought something. Her brows twitched a little. She glanced at Bob, but he did not meet her look. ‘I don’t care so much about the money,’ she said, in a lower and altered voice. ‘I’d be content with a bit of it, if only I could get rid of him at the same time.’
Bob looked gloomy.
‘Well, it’s no use talking,’ he muttered.