The Burglar In The House Short Story

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There was a pause. “Well - how did he leave the house then?” asked Moon. “Did you hear him?”
“Never a sound,” said Seetha. “After a long time, I ran in and phoned the police!”
“Go on,” said Moon. “What happened to the burglar? Was he still upstairs?”
“Well, just as I finished telephoning, who should come along but the baker and I yells to him, ‘Here you, come here and go upstairs with me. There’s a burglar in the house.’ And the baker - he’s a very very brave man for all he’s so small - he came in and we went into every single room, and not a person was there. Not one!”
“He must have got out of another window,” said Moon at last.
“He couldn’t!” said Seetha triumphantly. “They were all either shut and fastened, or there’s a steep drop to the …show more content…

He went to where the ladder was raised up against the house. He looked at the bed below. There were quite a lot of foot-prints there - certainly the thief had a large foot as well as large hands! “Wears a shoe about size eleven or twelve,” thought Moon. “Hm! Where’s my measure?”
Moon measured a print and recorded it in his notebook. He also made a note of the pattern of the rubber heel that the thief wore on his boots - it showed clearly in the prints.
Then he went to where the thief had thrown the stolen goods. They had been thrown well away from the ladder, and had fallen in a bush, and on the ground around. Moon poked about to see if he could find anything. He felt sure he wouldn’t, because the DSP had already been over the ground - and Moon had a great respect for Dsp Harjeet’ ability to discover any clue left lying about!
He came across a curious print - large, roundish, with criss-cross lines showing here and there. What could the thief have thrown out that made that mark? He went to ask Seetha.
“Ah, the DSP , he asked me that too,” she said. “And I couldn’t tell him. There was nothing big taken as far as I know, sir. I’ve seen the mark too - can’t think what made it! It’s a queer mark - roundish like that, and so big - big as my largest washing-up

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