I'll have the law on him, that's what I'll do." "Isn't that your satchel, Lizzie ?" asked Miss Cornelia, indicating a battered bag in a dark corner of shadows above the window.
"Yes'm," she admitted.

But she did not dare approach very close to the recovered bag.

It might bite her! "Put it there on the hamper," ordered Miss Cornelia.
"I'm scared to touch it!" moaned Lizzie.

"It may have a bomb in it!" She took up the bag between finger and thumb and, holding it with the care she would have bestowed upon a bottle of nitroglycerin, carried it over to the hamper and set it down.

Then she backed away from it, ready to leap for the door at a moment's warning.
Miss Cornelia started for the satchel.