"Keep things locked up.

Discretion is the better part of valor!" But Miss Cornelia failed to agree with him.
"I've been discreet for sixty-five years," she said with a sniff, "and sometimes I think it was a mistake!" The Doctor laughed easily and followed Dale out of the room, with a nod of farewell to the others in passing.

The detective, seeking for some object upon whom to vent the growing irritation which seemed to possess him, made Bailey the scapegoat of his wrath.
"I guess we can do without you for the present!" he said, with an angry frown at the latter.

Bailey flushed, then remembered himself, and left the room submissively, with the air of a well-trained servant accepting an unmerited rebuke.

The detective turned at once to Miss Cornelia.
"Now I want a few words with you!" "Which means that you mean to do all the talking!" said Miss Cornelia acidly.