Then her courage returned.
"Pshaw, Cornelia, if you have got to get help--get the help you want and hang the consequences!" she adjured herself.

"You've always hankered to see a first-class detective do his detecting--well, get one--or decide to do the job yourself.

I'll bet you could at that." She tiptoed to the main door of the living-room and closed it cautiously, smiling as she did so.

Lizzie might be about and Lizzie would promptly go into hysterics if she got an inkling of her mistress's present intentions.

Then she went to the city telephone and asked for long distance.
When she had finished her telephoning, she looked at once relieved and a little naughty--like a demure child who has carried out some piece of innocent mischief unobserved.