"The first thing he'll ask will be,' Who saw him ?' I shall say, 'I did;' and then he'll want to know how I saw the playground door from my bedroom window, which looks out on the road; and then the fat'll be in the fire, and it'll all come out about that supper." Regularly every evening, as soon as supper was over, the two boys stole down into the playground to set their trap; but when morning came there was no sign of the shed having been entered.

This went on for nearly a month, but still no result.
"I don't think it's any good bothering about it any more," said Acton; "the thief doesn't mean to come again." "Well, we'll set it to-night," answered Diggory, "and that shall be the last time." The following morning Acton was sauntering towards the playground, when Diggory came running up the path in a state of great excitement.
"I say, the cotton's gone!" Acton rushed down, unlocked the door of the shed, and went inside.
"Hullo!" he exclaimed, as Diggory followed; "_it is_ some man.

Look at these footprints, and hobnailed boots into the bargain!".