"Bertie!" called Aunt Dahlia from the parlor. I stopped and poked my head in. I was supposed to be in bed by this time, but she didn't seem to be overly concerned on that count.
"Yes, Aunt Dahlia."
"I wanted to thank you for doing such a brilliant job with the brooch."
"Nonsense. All in a day's work, what?"
"It was a brilliant touch breaking the window." She complimented. I nodded in agreement.
"And the footsteps were a stroke of genius. I wouldn't have thought of that. Obviously those detective novels do you a bit of good."
"But, I thought YOU did the footsteps."
"Not I, young Bertie."