There were no railway certificates, waterwork shares, transfers, or notes of stock, mortgages, loans, or anything at all.

The only thing that he saw was a roll of papers tied up with red tape.

On the roll was written: "For Iris.

To be given to her on her twenty-first birthday." "What the deuce is this, I wonder ?" Joe took this out and looked at it suspiciously.

"Can he be going to give her all his money before he dies?
Is he going to make her inherit it at once ?" The thought was so exasperating that he slipped the roll into his pocket.