She was just on the point of doing so when she decided against it--partly from delicacy, partly from an indefinable feeling that he would not be of much help.

Besides, she thought sturdily, it's my house now, not his.

He didn't guarantee burglar protection in the lease.
As for the local police--her independence revolted at summoning them.
They would bombard her with ponderous questions and undoubtedly think she was merely a nervous old spinster.

If it was just me, she thought, I swear I wouldn't say a word to anybody--and if the Bat flew in he mightn't find it so easy to fly out again, if I am sixty-five and never shot a burglar in my life! But there's Dale--and Lizzie.

I've got to be fair to them.
For a moment she felt very helpless, very much alone.