He hasn't got anything.
As for the girl here, Iris, having the same christian-name, that's nothing.

I suppose there is more than one woman with such a fool of a name as that about in the world.
"Foxy," he said cheerfully, "have you found anything yet about the investments?
Odd, isn't it?
Nothing in the safe at all.

You can have your key back." He tossed him the key carelessly and went away.
The question of his grandfather's savings was grown insignificant beside this great and splendid prize which lay waiting for him.

What could the savings be?
At best a few thousands; the slowly saved thrift of fifty years; nobody knew better than Joe himself how much his own profligacies had cost his grandfather; a few thousands, and those settled on his Cousin Iris, so that, to get his share, he would have to try every kind of persuasion unless he could get up a case for law.
But the other thing--why, it was nearly all personal estate, so far as he could learn by the will, and he had read it over and over again in the room at Somerset House, with the long table in it, and the watchful man who won't let anybody copy anything.

What a shame, he thought, not to let wills be copied! Personalty sworn under a hundred and twenty thousand, all in three per cents, and devised to a certain young lady, the testator's ward, in trust, for the testator's son, or his heirs, when he or they should present themselves.