"Tony's not to be trusted, you think?"
"No-o! I wouldn't dare. He's simply mad to have Jerry win. He'd let it out involuntarily."
"The maid can go for a plumber?"
"Statia? She's working for Joe Bates. And both the boys in the plumber's shop are in college, anyway."
"You might telephone for a plumber from San Francisco?" suggested Anthony, afterthought.
"Yes, I could do that." Miss Mix brightened. "No, I can't, either," she lamented. "Elsie White, the long-distance operator, is working for Joe Bates, too." She meditated again for a space, then raised her head, listening. "They're calling me!" she whispered.
With a gesture for silence, she sprang to the door. Outside, some one shouted:
"O Sally!"
"Hello, Tony!" she called hardily, in answer. "Lunch, is it? No, don't come down! I'm just coming up!"
With a warning glance over her shoulder for Anthony, she closed the door and was gone.