Joe, did he make a will?"
He raised his eyes. "Yes. I don't know whether it's still in existence, though. Perhaps it would be better if he'd destroyed it."
"Why?"
"It was when he had pleurisy, in the spring," Joseph said. "I persuaded him to make a will. I thought it right, Tilda! If only one could see into the future!"
"Was it in Stephen's favour?"
He nodded. After a moment, she said: "Well, Stephen didn't know it, anyway."
He glanced up quickly, and down again.
"Unless you told him," she added.
"I? No, I never said so! Not in so many words! But when I saw what sort of a mood he was in, I did rather hint to Valerie that a word from her might be advantageous. She may tell the Inspector so. She's such a thoughtless child! And you know what an impression Stephen must be giving the police by that silly, boorish manner he puts on! Oh, Tilda, I feel worried to death!"
She was silent for a moment. "Did the police ask you who was the heir?" she said presently.