"He was bareheaded. A boy who breaks out of his house at night would hardly run the risk of wearing a distinguishing cap."
"No, no, I suppose not. A big boy, you say?"
"Very big."
"You did not see his face?"
"It was dark and he never looked back—he was in front of me all the time."
"Dear me!"
"There is another matter ..."
"Yes?"
"This boy, whoever he was, had done something before he rang the bell—he had painted my dog Sampson red."
The headmaster's eyes protruded from their sockets. "He—he—what, Mr. Downing?"