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.