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The Tailor's Wife entered the city and made inquiries until she found a gold merchant who admitted to doing trade with the Widow. He confessed to buying Golden Bones.

"A hoax," the wife snorted. "An old woman's foolish ploy."

"Do I look the sort to be taken in?" murmured the Merchant.

"From where," she demanded, "does a Simple widow obtain bones made of gold?"

"Must you ask?" said the Merchant.

And right away the Tailor's Wife saw what was what.