"Everybody remain calm!" Freddie orders trying to hide the fact that he is
just as scared as anybody else.
"Freddy," Daphne says. "how on earth can we be calm when there is a dead body in there looking up at us?"
"Daphne, it's not 'staring' up at us." Sarah says. "technically, the spirit departed what appears to be days ago."
"Oh, you know what I mean!" Daphne snaps back.
"Like, Velma," Shaggy mopes. "why didn't you jump onto Freddie's arms?"
"Because, Shaggy," Velma replies. "Fred is farther away."
"But, like, when you over there, Freddie was closer."
"Yes, but he is closer to the flowerbed."
"Ro rother!" Scooby cries.
Freddie walks over to them with both girls in his arms and sets them down. "Velma, let's call the police." "I'm with you, Freddie." Velma says as she gets down from Shaggy's arms. She pulls out her cell phone and dials. A young man on the station picks it up. "Police station." He says.
"Hi, Charlie!" Velma greets him on the other end. The gang had gotten used to calling every officer by his first name since their very first mystery. It has gotten to the point, now that they know everybody on the force.
"Good morning, Velma!" smiles Sergeant Charlie.
"Charlie, is Sheriff Sam in yet?"
"No Velma, Sam's at the hospital." Replies the sergeant. "His wife, Sarah, had her baby last night—a little girl. Perhaps, though, may I help you?" "Yes, Charlie." Velma starts. "Charlie, we have discovered a body."
Police cars are parked outside and police roaming around questioning everybody, well Sarah that is.
"Do you have any idea who this person may be?" a policeman inquires.
'No." is the answer.
"Do you know anyone who could have done this?"
"Oh for crying out loud, officer!" Sarah yells, "How do we even know if it's not just a bunch of stupid kids playing a nasty joke?!"
Some other officers are talking to the gang. Velma is with a scientist analyzing who the person may be. Some other parts have been found along with the clothes exactly as Velma had described them. "It appears as though the murder hacked the body in order to hide it." states Daphne.
"Who is it, Joey?" Velma asks leaning over the young man's shoulders.
"Not yet, Velma." The man answered sitting up and fixing his glasses. "the results are just coming in. Ah, here they are."
He pulls out a piece of paper from a printer and looks it over. "No." he says under his breath. "It can't be!" "Who?" Velma asks. Sergeant Joe hands the paper to her. She looks at it. "Poor Sarah." Velma finally says setting the paper down. "This is going to crush her."
A few minutes later, the gang, several police officers and Sarah are in her living room. Sarah is sitting on the couch with Velma, Fred and Daphne are on the love seat across form them, and Shaggy and Scooby are at one end of the room closest to the kitchen heartily devouring food.
"Miss Maclbe," begins he head officer. "I am disgraced to be the barer of sad news."
"Go on." Sarah urges.
"Miss Maclbe," the officer begins again taking in a deep breath. "I am sorry to announce that your employer, Miss Catharine Smith, is dead."
"Dead?" asks Sarah.
"She was who we found in the flowerbed." Velma explains.
"No!" Sarah cries burying her face in her hands. She gets up to run to Fred who, being the gentleman that he is, comforts her as she cries on his shoulder. Velma and Daphne do their best to try to comfort her. Scooby walks up to Sarah and sets his head on her lap with the look of sympathy in his eyes. Shaggy runs to the kitchen to get something for her to eat. It doesn't help, but as Sarah puts it, "It's the thought that counts".
Shortly after the police leave. Sarah is just moping around the place and Fred thinks it is best that she is left alone for a while. "We can come back tonight and get a better insight on this matter." he says.
Freddie, Scooby and Shaggy leave in the Mystery Machine. Daphne drives Velma home who, forgetting how tired she is, falls asleep.
Pulling into the Dinkley driveway, Daphne is greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Dinkley along with Uncle Fritz. Harold and Fritz carry Velma inside as Marilyn talks with Daphne about the recent events.
"Imagine that!" exclaims Mrs. Dinkley. "A murder in our own town!"
"Yes," Complements Daphne. "and Velma had the ghost first."
"Poor dear," Marilyn sighs. "and without a good dinner either!"
the Mystery Machine pulls up and Daphne departs to join them.
Mrs. Dinkley goes in to find her daughter sleeping on the couch. "Velma." She calls. Velma rolls over and opens her eyes. "Morning, mom." She says in a sleepy voice. "Shouldn't that be good afternoon, mom?" Marilyn asks.
"What time is it?"
"Noon."
"Oh." Velma groans.
"Are you hungry?" Mrs. Dinkley asks.
"Uh-huh." Is the reply.
"Come on then," says Mrs. Dinkley. "Fritz is making hamburgers."
The two of them walk to the kitchen.
"So where do you want to go for lunch, Freddie?" Daphne asks.
"Like, I don't care where you guys go." Shaggy says. "but can you, like, drop Scooby and me over at my house? I told my folks that I would, like, be home for lunch."
"Okay, Shag." Agrees Fred. It is not often that he gets Daphne all to himself especially at a mealtime. He starts planning. "Where would be a good place, not to fancy and yet not to plain?" he thinks. "A restaurant, fast food joint, bar? Nah, scratch that! Fast food places are too busy at this time of day. All right then," he agrees with himself. "restaurant it is!" His mind them begins to wonder. "Which one? Surely not POP'S, the food is way too greasy. Pizza Hut is nice, but, we had pizza last night for dinner. There is that Fine Home Cooking place at the east end of town. Yes, perfect! It has some of the best food in this part of the county! The price is right. "
He pulls up to the Roger's home. Scooby and Shaggy climb out. "Like, we'll see ya later!" Shaggy says with a smile. Both he and Scooby head inside as Freddie drives away.
"And there I am, surrounded all around by hungry barracudas." Tells Mr. Dinkley. "Each one with thirst for blood in their eyes. The only protection: an aluminum cage with no top and big gaps in between the bars which each one could easily swim through."
"Good glory!" exclaims Fritz. "It is a miracle that you survived! Please, do continue."
As Harold rambles on, Velma is slouching in her chair trying her best to keep awake. It is apparent that she is not enjoying her meal.
"Why does dad always have to tell about his many adventures when people are over?" she moans.
After what appears to be years to Velma, the story finally ends.
While washing the dishes Velma says to her mother, "Mom, I think I'll spend the afternoon in the bookstore. Is that okay with you?"
"Of coarse it is, dear." Is the reply.
"I second the motion." A voice comes from behind them. They turn around to see Fritz, who by chance had overheard, standing in the doorway. "I would rather like to go as well. If that's okay with you, sis." He says looking over his glasses at Mrs. Dinkley.
"If it pleases you, Fritz." She replies. Then with a chuckle she says, "Please, don't feel like you are a prisoner in this house!" Fritz and Velma stare at each other and then burst out into laughter. Mrs. Dinkley follows suit.
Shortly after Velma at Fritz climb into the car with Velma in the driver's seat. As they round the corner, Fritz lets out a sigh of relief. "Anything the matter?" Velma asks. "No." Her uncle replies. "I'm just happy to get out of the house and away form your father's stories for once." Velma smiles. "Yet," she contradicts, "you seem always so eager to hear more." "That is because they change every time. Now that is what makes them interesting!" Fritz says with a grin. "But enough about your father and his stories, let's talk about you. Ever since I arrived I have been indulged in Harold's stories and we have not been given the chance to sit down together and talk." Velma chuckles. "About what?" she asks. Fritz puts his arm around his niece. "How about you?" he says.
"What about me?" she inquires.
"Well," her uncle begins. "you've grown."
Upon hearing this, Velma throws her head back and laughs. After calming herself down she says, "Only half an inch since last time!"
"No, not that way." Fritz says. "What I mean is, gosh! You're not a little girl anymore!"
"Indeed?"
"Indeed, you have grown into a wonderful young woman. You're looking more like Marilyn each time." Fritz explains. "I would have liked to have a daughter. I would wish she'd be just like you. Yet, I've been blessed with two sons who make it their habit to make fools out of themselves."
Velma smiles. She remembers well Hank and Peter when she was a child. She would play with them a lot. Since both boys are several years older than she, always looked up to them as her own older brothers. Of coarse with the exception of the time when they become little mischief makers.
Fritz looks at Velma. "Kate would have been proud of you. May she rest in peace."
Fritz's wife, Kate, had died in a car accident several years earlier. For the longest time, it seemed as if Velma would never get over it. Kate was her favorite aunt and she was her favorite niece. No one, although, took the passing harder the Fritz.
"Are you ever going to marry again?" Velma asks.
"Maybe not." Is the reply. "No one will be able to replace Kate."
There is silence for the rest of the ride.
The Roger family is sitting down to a quite usual family meal. As always, Shaggy and Scooby are sitting at one end of the table gobbling food down as fast and as much as possible. It has always been a habit for them to have these kinds of contests at the dinner table. At the other end, Mr. and Mrs. Rogers are eating. Their table manners, however, are better than that of Shaggy and Scooby.
After a while Mrs. Rogers says, "Shaggy, your sister called this morning." "Oh?" responds Shaggy. "Like, what did dear little Sugey say?"
"She is coming over for a visit." His mother replies.
"When is she coming?"
"This afternoon."
"Just her?"
"No, John and little Norville are coming as well." Is the reply.
Shaggy chuckles, "Ah little Norville."
Yes, little Norville. Named after his uncle, the little fellow is much like him in every way with only one exception—he prefers to be addressed by the name 'Norville'. He only allows his family and closest friends to use 'Shaggy' when addressing. To him it is like a sacred name. Norville looks up to his uncle like a younger brother would. If anyone were to ask him what he would want to be when he grows up he would say, "Like, a member of Mystery Inc. just like Uncle Shaggy." It is evident that Shaggy is his role model.
"Shaggy," Mr. Rogers says. "have you thought about what you are going to do with little Norville?"
"Like, no." is the reply.
"Why not take him to with you tonight?" suggests his mother.
Shaggy drops his fork and knife. "Like, the...the...the...Sarah's house?" he asks
"rar...rar...rarah's rouse?" parrots Scooby.
"Why not?" inquire his parents together.
"Reah, Raggy, rhy?" Scooby parrots again.
"Well, like...like...like...like it's too, like, scary." Shaggy explains.
"Reah!" barks Scooby. "Roo rary!"
"Like, Scooby you can't agree with everybody!" scolds Shaggy.
"Rou rnow rhat, Raggy? Rou're right roo!"
"Scooby!" snaps Shaggy.
"Rorry." Scooby says with a smile.
"Anyway, Shaggy," Marjorie says. "you have not answered our question."
"Like right," begins Shaggy. "last night Velma went there to, like, look around and saw something that, like, made her faint. We, like, went there earlier this morning and we, like, found a body."
"And you find that scary?" asks his mother.
"Like, it maybe." Shaggy explains. "Like, we are going back tonight and, like, the ghost may come back."
"So?" inquires his father.
"If, like that 'ghost' made Velma faint, like, imagine if it returns. Like it will most likely, like, scare the living day lights out of, like, Scooby, me, and maybe little Norville!" yells Shaggy.
"Big deal!" contradicts Mr. Rogers. "Norville will do what ever you do and tell him to."
"Just remember, Shaggy:" his mother says. "not everybody has an uncle on Mystery Inc."
"Yeah, like I guess so." Sighs Shaggy.
Upon arriving at the bookstore, Velma and Fritz are met by Sheriff Sam Copland, his wife and their newborn baby girl.
"Good afternoon, Sam!" greets Velma with a smile on her face.
"Afternoon, Ms. Dinkley!" responds Sam tipping his hat. "I suppose you heard the good news."
"Yes," replies Velma. "congratulations!"
"Thank-you." Responds the happy couple.
"So, who is this with you?" Sam asks pointing to Fritz.
Velma quickly introduces her uncle to Mr. and Mrs. Copland. Sam then introduces Velma and Fritz to their daughter, Michelle Jane.
The five of them go inside to be greeted by Tina, Velma's clerk. Fritz wonders around the store for a while with Mrs. Copland while Velma is pulled aside by Sam for a little talk about the case.
"What do you think about it, Sam?" Velma asks.
"I don't rightfully know." The sheriff replies. "The gun has been studied for fingerprints. None save yours."
"Any ideas on who did this?"
"No, there is the chance that it was suicide."
"Suicide!" Velma exclaims.
"Yes," Sam explains. "the company is failing. She had one hundred billion dollars in life insurance."
Velma lets out a low whistle. "But, Sam," she contradicts. "I saw the ghost myself."
"So I've heard." Says Sam.
"But she said that she would get whoever did this to her." She blabbers out.
"Velma," Sam says sternly, "are you sure of what you saw last night?"
"Yes!" is the reply.
Sam lets out a sigh. "Listen, Velma," he says, "there is an inquest to be held tomorrow at the courthouse. Please attend it may put your mind at ease."
"I don't think so, Sam," Velma sighs, "I don't think so."
"Freddy," Daphne says. "how on earth can we be calm when there is a dead body in there looking up at us?"
"Daphne, it's not 'staring' up at us." Sarah says. "technically, the spirit departed what appears to be days ago."
"Oh, you know what I mean!" Daphne snaps back.
"Like, Velma," Shaggy mopes. "why didn't you jump onto Freddie's arms?"
"Because, Shaggy," Velma replies. "Fred is farther away."
"But, like, when you over there, Freddie was closer."
"Yes, but he is closer to the flowerbed."
"Ro rother!" Scooby cries.
Freddie walks over to them with both girls in his arms and sets them down. "Velma, let's call the police." "I'm with you, Freddie." Velma says as she gets down from Shaggy's arms. She pulls out her cell phone and dials. A young man on the station picks it up. "Police station." He says.
"Hi, Charlie!" Velma greets him on the other end. The gang had gotten used to calling every officer by his first name since their very first mystery. It has gotten to the point, now that they know everybody on the force.
"Good morning, Velma!" smiles Sergeant Charlie.
"Charlie, is Sheriff Sam in yet?"
"No Velma, Sam's at the hospital." Replies the sergeant. "His wife, Sarah, had her baby last night—a little girl. Perhaps, though, may I help you?" "Yes, Charlie." Velma starts. "Charlie, we have discovered a body."
Police cars are parked outside and police roaming around questioning everybody, well Sarah that is.
"Do you have any idea who this person may be?" a policeman inquires.
'No." is the answer.
"Do you know anyone who could have done this?"
"Oh for crying out loud, officer!" Sarah yells, "How do we even know if it's not just a bunch of stupid kids playing a nasty joke?!"
Some other officers are talking to the gang. Velma is with a scientist analyzing who the person may be. Some other parts have been found along with the clothes exactly as Velma had described them. "It appears as though the murder hacked the body in order to hide it." states Daphne.
"Who is it, Joey?" Velma asks leaning over the young man's shoulders.
"Not yet, Velma." The man answered sitting up and fixing his glasses. "the results are just coming in. Ah, here they are."
He pulls out a piece of paper from a printer and looks it over. "No." he says under his breath. "It can't be!" "Who?" Velma asks. Sergeant Joe hands the paper to her. She looks at it. "Poor Sarah." Velma finally says setting the paper down. "This is going to crush her."
A few minutes later, the gang, several police officers and Sarah are in her living room. Sarah is sitting on the couch with Velma, Fred and Daphne are on the love seat across form them, and Shaggy and Scooby are at one end of the room closest to the kitchen heartily devouring food.
"Miss Maclbe," begins he head officer. "I am disgraced to be the barer of sad news."
"Go on." Sarah urges.
"Miss Maclbe," the officer begins again taking in a deep breath. "I am sorry to announce that your employer, Miss Catharine Smith, is dead."
"Dead?" asks Sarah.
"She was who we found in the flowerbed." Velma explains.
"No!" Sarah cries burying her face in her hands. She gets up to run to Fred who, being the gentleman that he is, comforts her as she cries on his shoulder. Velma and Daphne do their best to try to comfort her. Scooby walks up to Sarah and sets his head on her lap with the look of sympathy in his eyes. Shaggy runs to the kitchen to get something for her to eat. It doesn't help, but as Sarah puts it, "It's the thought that counts".
Shortly after the police leave. Sarah is just moping around the place and Fred thinks it is best that she is left alone for a while. "We can come back tonight and get a better insight on this matter." he says.
Freddie, Scooby and Shaggy leave in the Mystery Machine. Daphne drives Velma home who, forgetting how tired she is, falls asleep.
Pulling into the Dinkley driveway, Daphne is greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Dinkley along with Uncle Fritz. Harold and Fritz carry Velma inside as Marilyn talks with Daphne about the recent events.
"Imagine that!" exclaims Mrs. Dinkley. "A murder in our own town!"
"Yes," Complements Daphne. "and Velma had the ghost first."
"Poor dear," Marilyn sighs. "and without a good dinner either!"
the Mystery Machine pulls up and Daphne departs to join them.
Mrs. Dinkley goes in to find her daughter sleeping on the couch. "Velma." She calls. Velma rolls over and opens her eyes. "Morning, mom." She says in a sleepy voice. "Shouldn't that be good afternoon, mom?" Marilyn asks.
"What time is it?"
"Noon."
"Oh." Velma groans.
"Are you hungry?" Mrs. Dinkley asks.
"Uh-huh." Is the reply.
"Come on then," says Mrs. Dinkley. "Fritz is making hamburgers."
The two of them walk to the kitchen.
"So where do you want to go for lunch, Freddie?" Daphne asks.
"Like, I don't care where you guys go." Shaggy says. "but can you, like, drop Scooby and me over at my house? I told my folks that I would, like, be home for lunch."
"Okay, Shag." Agrees Fred. It is not often that he gets Daphne all to himself especially at a mealtime. He starts planning. "Where would be a good place, not to fancy and yet not to plain?" he thinks. "A restaurant, fast food joint, bar? Nah, scratch that! Fast food places are too busy at this time of day. All right then," he agrees with himself. "restaurant it is!" His mind them begins to wonder. "Which one? Surely not POP'S, the food is way too greasy. Pizza Hut is nice, but, we had pizza last night for dinner. There is that Fine Home Cooking place at the east end of town. Yes, perfect! It has some of the best food in this part of the county! The price is right. "
He pulls up to the Roger's home. Scooby and Shaggy climb out. "Like, we'll see ya later!" Shaggy says with a smile. Both he and Scooby head inside as Freddie drives away.
"And there I am, surrounded all around by hungry barracudas." Tells Mr. Dinkley. "Each one with thirst for blood in their eyes. The only protection: an aluminum cage with no top and big gaps in between the bars which each one could easily swim through."
"Good glory!" exclaims Fritz. "It is a miracle that you survived! Please, do continue."
As Harold rambles on, Velma is slouching in her chair trying her best to keep awake. It is apparent that she is not enjoying her meal.
"Why does dad always have to tell about his many adventures when people are over?" she moans.
After what appears to be years to Velma, the story finally ends.
While washing the dishes Velma says to her mother, "Mom, I think I'll spend the afternoon in the bookstore. Is that okay with you?"
"Of coarse it is, dear." Is the reply.
"I second the motion." A voice comes from behind them. They turn around to see Fritz, who by chance had overheard, standing in the doorway. "I would rather like to go as well. If that's okay with you, sis." He says looking over his glasses at Mrs. Dinkley.
"If it pleases you, Fritz." She replies. Then with a chuckle she says, "Please, don't feel like you are a prisoner in this house!" Fritz and Velma stare at each other and then burst out into laughter. Mrs. Dinkley follows suit.
Shortly after Velma at Fritz climb into the car with Velma in the driver's seat. As they round the corner, Fritz lets out a sigh of relief. "Anything the matter?" Velma asks. "No." Her uncle replies. "I'm just happy to get out of the house and away form your father's stories for once." Velma smiles. "Yet," she contradicts, "you seem always so eager to hear more." "That is because they change every time. Now that is what makes them interesting!" Fritz says with a grin. "But enough about your father and his stories, let's talk about you. Ever since I arrived I have been indulged in Harold's stories and we have not been given the chance to sit down together and talk." Velma chuckles. "About what?" she asks. Fritz puts his arm around his niece. "How about you?" he says.
"What about me?" she inquires.
"Well," her uncle begins. "you've grown."
Upon hearing this, Velma throws her head back and laughs. After calming herself down she says, "Only half an inch since last time!"
"No, not that way." Fritz says. "What I mean is, gosh! You're not a little girl anymore!"
"Indeed?"
"Indeed, you have grown into a wonderful young woman. You're looking more like Marilyn each time." Fritz explains. "I would have liked to have a daughter. I would wish she'd be just like you. Yet, I've been blessed with two sons who make it their habit to make fools out of themselves."
Velma smiles. She remembers well Hank and Peter when she was a child. She would play with them a lot. Since both boys are several years older than she, always looked up to them as her own older brothers. Of coarse with the exception of the time when they become little mischief makers.
Fritz looks at Velma. "Kate would have been proud of you. May she rest in peace."
Fritz's wife, Kate, had died in a car accident several years earlier. For the longest time, it seemed as if Velma would never get over it. Kate was her favorite aunt and she was her favorite niece. No one, although, took the passing harder the Fritz.
"Are you ever going to marry again?" Velma asks.
"Maybe not." Is the reply. "No one will be able to replace Kate."
There is silence for the rest of the ride.
The Roger family is sitting down to a quite usual family meal. As always, Shaggy and Scooby are sitting at one end of the table gobbling food down as fast and as much as possible. It has always been a habit for them to have these kinds of contests at the dinner table. At the other end, Mr. and Mrs. Rogers are eating. Their table manners, however, are better than that of Shaggy and Scooby.
After a while Mrs. Rogers says, "Shaggy, your sister called this morning." "Oh?" responds Shaggy. "Like, what did dear little Sugey say?"
"She is coming over for a visit." His mother replies.
"When is she coming?"
"This afternoon."
"Just her?"
"No, John and little Norville are coming as well." Is the reply.
Shaggy chuckles, "Ah little Norville."
Yes, little Norville. Named after his uncle, the little fellow is much like him in every way with only one exception—he prefers to be addressed by the name 'Norville'. He only allows his family and closest friends to use 'Shaggy' when addressing. To him it is like a sacred name. Norville looks up to his uncle like a younger brother would. If anyone were to ask him what he would want to be when he grows up he would say, "Like, a member of Mystery Inc. just like Uncle Shaggy." It is evident that Shaggy is his role model.
"Shaggy," Mr. Rogers says. "have you thought about what you are going to do with little Norville?"
"Like, no." is the reply.
"Why not take him to with you tonight?" suggests his mother.
Shaggy drops his fork and knife. "Like, the...the...the...Sarah's house?" he asks
"rar...rar...rarah's rouse?" parrots Scooby.
"Why not?" inquire his parents together.
"Reah, Raggy, rhy?" Scooby parrots again.
"Well, like...like...like...like it's too, like, scary." Shaggy explains.
"Reah!" barks Scooby. "Roo rary!"
"Like, Scooby you can't agree with everybody!" scolds Shaggy.
"Rou rnow rhat, Raggy? Rou're right roo!"
"Scooby!" snaps Shaggy.
"Rorry." Scooby says with a smile.
"Anyway, Shaggy," Marjorie says. "you have not answered our question."
"Like right," begins Shaggy. "last night Velma went there to, like, look around and saw something that, like, made her faint. We, like, went there earlier this morning and we, like, found a body."
"And you find that scary?" asks his mother.
"Like, it maybe." Shaggy explains. "Like, we are going back tonight and, like, the ghost may come back."
"So?" inquires his father.
"If, like that 'ghost' made Velma faint, like, imagine if it returns. Like it will most likely, like, scare the living day lights out of, like, Scooby, me, and maybe little Norville!" yells Shaggy.
"Big deal!" contradicts Mr. Rogers. "Norville will do what ever you do and tell him to."
"Just remember, Shaggy:" his mother says. "not everybody has an uncle on Mystery Inc."
"Yeah, like I guess so." Sighs Shaggy.
Upon arriving at the bookstore, Velma and Fritz are met by Sheriff Sam Copland, his wife and their newborn baby girl.
"Good afternoon, Sam!" greets Velma with a smile on her face.
"Afternoon, Ms. Dinkley!" responds Sam tipping his hat. "I suppose you heard the good news."
"Yes," replies Velma. "congratulations!"
"Thank-you." Responds the happy couple.
"So, who is this with you?" Sam asks pointing to Fritz.
Velma quickly introduces her uncle to Mr. and Mrs. Copland. Sam then introduces Velma and Fritz to their daughter, Michelle Jane.
The five of them go inside to be greeted by Tina, Velma's clerk. Fritz wonders around the store for a while with Mrs. Copland while Velma is pulled aside by Sam for a little talk about the case.
"What do you think about it, Sam?" Velma asks.
"I don't rightfully know." The sheriff replies. "The gun has been studied for fingerprints. None save yours."
"Any ideas on who did this?"
"No, there is the chance that it was suicide."
"Suicide!" Velma exclaims.
"Yes," Sam explains. "the company is failing. She had one hundred billion dollars in life insurance."
Velma lets out a low whistle. "But, Sam," she contradicts. "I saw the ghost myself."
"So I've heard." Says Sam.
"But she said that she would get whoever did this to her." She blabbers out.
"Velma," Sam says sternly, "are you sure of what you saw last night?"
"Yes!" is the reply.
Sam lets out a sigh. "Listen, Velma," he says, "there is an inquest to be held tomorrow at the courthouse. Please attend it may put your mind at ease."
"I don't think so, Sam," Velma sighs, "I don't think so."