The Punter

Mr. Quibble turned and with his raised glass, pointed to the far end of the bar. An old looking clock was propped up against the side wall on the bar edge. 'That clock you have over there. I do hope you have it insured because I certainly wouldn't be leaving it in such a prominent position, certainly not in this day and age.'
'You wot?' Phil said, surprised. 'Yer tellin' me it's worth somethin'?'
'A pretty penny,' Mr. Quibble said with a grin. 'Well, assuming it's not a very good copy of course. I would have to have a closer inspection- I'm sorry, but my eyes are not what they used to be.'