Jim Quincy reeled back in anger. "Who took a bribe? I bought that myself." 'My liquor!'
He urged Mrs. Quincy to hurry up.
Mrs. Quincy ran back into the room to get her record book.
Cecilia Adler followed to see what was going on. It was then she learned that her mother-in-law had a habit of keeping accounts. Every expense was recorded each day, and for any single expenditure over five yuan, she would write down the reason.
Her mother-in-law took stock.
Five bottles of expensive liquor were missing.
Three cases of off-brand liquor, gifts from relatives during the New Year, were gone.
Six cartons of cigarettes were missing.
Her father-in-law mentally calculated the loss: one hundred and sixteen yuan.
Mrs. Quincy turned to get the wages she had just paid from Aunt Goldsmith, but the woman was nowhere in sight.
She cursed, "That vicious old hag! She can run, but she can't hide."
Jim Quincy asked, "The key has always been with you. How could she have one?"
