“Yes.”
“Okay,” Elsie said, handing me four prints. “You get the pictures.”
I said, “What about the four prints that you’d taken? To whom did you deliver them?”
“The one that ordered them, of course,” Bessie said. “You mean Lucille?”
“That’s right... Say, you know about her?”
“Uh huh.”
“Where do you fit in on it?”
I said, “I was just picking up some more prints and trying to check upon what happened. You don’t happen to have Lucille’s address, do you?”
“You don’t happen to have another twenty-five bucks on you, do you?”
I said, “You girls seem to be always looking for the side of the bread that has the butter.”