Come on in with me, Minnie." "Lord!" exclaimed another voice.

"Ain't it a good thing the missus is away.

She'd have highsteericks!" Steps came somewhat hesitantly across the floor--from behind the desk, Jimmie Dale could see that it was a maid, accompanied by a big, rawboned woman, sleeves rolled to the elbows over brawny arms, presumably the Mittels' cook.
The maid closed the French windows, there were no others in the room, and bolted them; and, having gained a little confidence, gazed about her.
"My, but wasn't he cute!" she ejaculated.

"Cut the telephone wires, he did.

And ain't he made an awful mess! But the master said we wasn't to touch nothing till the police saw it." "And to think of it happening in OUR house!" observed the cook heavily, her hands on her hips, her arms akimbo.