Chapter Fifteen
“We’re not going to Josephine’s house to threaten her. Puddin, you don’t have any sense. It’s only going to make you look guiltier. Besides, Josephine wouldn’t even have that money yet and we all know she can barely scrape two cents together,” said Myrtle.
“Although it might be a good pretense for going over there and asking a few discreet questions,” said Miles. “And technically, Puddin is a creditor. The executor of the estate should be paying her out for her ... how much did Amos owe you?”
“Fifty dollars!” said Puddin as emphatically as if she’d substituted thousand for dollars.
“Perhaps even Josephine has fifty extra dollars,” said Myrtle. “At any rate, that’s an excellent point, Miles. But Puddin, you need to stay as quiet as you possibly can and let me or Miles re
