Dizzy looked around rather wildly and shrugged. She pointed to the corner furthest from Madame Bertholet's windows. I nodded.
But first we had to get past the windows. As I may or may not have mentioned, I was wearing my second-best suit, the skirt of which is rather tight, also my best stockings. To go crawling along under Madame Bertholet's windows was extremely difficult, undignified, uncomfortable and ruinous on the stockings. Honestly, I thought, the things that Dizzy gets me into!
From ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN, Chapter 8, The Eavesdroppers.