"Good girl," said Mr. Waddington. "Where can I find you when I want you?"
"Here's my address."
"I'll send you a line. You've got the thing clear?"
"Sure. I hang about in the bushes till there's nobody around, and then I slip into the room and snitch the necklace...."
"... and hand it over to me."
"Sure."
"I'll be waiting in the garden just outside, and I'll meet you the moment you come out. The very moment. Thus," said Mr. Waddington with a quiet, meaning look at his young friend, "avoiding any rannygazoo."
"What do you mean by rannygazoo?" said Fanny warmly.
"Nothing, nothing," said Mr. Waddington with a deprecating wave of the hand. "Just rannygazoo."