“A problem?”“It is. You’d best turn around and climb back in that car. You’ve got no business pryin’ into what I own or don’t own, and I...’ll tell you now that whatever I might own is not for sale. Even if it was, I don’t know you or whoever you work for so I’ve got no interest in talkin’ about it. You’d best leave.”“Mr. Kendricks, I assure you that...”“That’s another thing, Mr. Adams. My name is Purdy. Nobody calls me ‘Mr. Kendricks’ except strangers who don’t know me. You don’t know me, and I. "Fred 'n' Oi're 'ere."Having confirmed their identities she served the summons and then disappeared to visit Jean for the same reason.There was a buzz of conversation. Mike, still wearing nothing but a singlet despite a cold east wind, suggested James open a book."With three of them that might become a bit complicated," he said."Nah!" said Mike scornfully. "Only on Marty. 'E's the only one as might get put away. The bet'd be on the length of sentence an' if 'e don't get put away the money goes. Mrs. W. was a frumpy, lumpy old redhead, with a wide ass and a prominent boob shelf jutting from the shapeless sack dresses she wore. To my nineteen year old self, she seemed ancient, although I suppose she was somewhere in her late fifties to early sixties. My room was on the third floor of the old house, sort of an attic under the roof with sloping ceiling and two dormer windows. There were two overseas grad students on the second floor, who I rarely encountered, and Mrs. W. resided on the. "You need to think long and hard before allowing anyone access to your private fortune. There have to be very good reasons, and the only person that those reasons need to make sense to is you. We don't get to advise you wither way."Your money is yours." He was emphatic."Angela, we are taking that trip to Sweden so Doctor Abrams can get a look at your pelvis, how the surgical repairs are really healing up, and to give Doctor Abrams a chance to evaluate you from top to bottom. We are concerned.