"Never mind, Dick," he said in answer to an allusion to the speech. "Hang the club. I want to ask you about something else. Now, then. Tell me about your grandfather."
"I cannot. He died before I can remember. He was a builder."
"Did he leave property?"
"There were some houses, I believe. My father lost his share, I know. Speculated it away."
"Your uncle Bob. What became of his share?"
"Bob was a worthless chap. He drank everything, so of course he drank up his houses."
"Then we come to the two daughters. Bunker married one, and of course he got his wife's share. What became of my mother's share?"
"Indeed, Harry, I do not know."
"Who would know?"
"Bunker ought to be able to tell you all about it. Of course he knows."