“Steamers.”
“What sizes?”
“Oh, anything from two to five thousand tons.”
She turned to see if he were guying her.
“There was another man in the business,” said Ratcliffe, “a partner; Ratcliffe & Holt was the same of the firm. The governor died intestate.”
“Somethin’ wrong with his inside?”
“No, he died of a stroke; he was found in his office chair dead; he died at his work.”
“Did they get the chap that did him in?” asked Jude.
“No, it wasn’t a man that struck him; it was apoplexy, a disease, and dying without a will, all his money was divided up between my two brothers and me.”
“How much did you get?”