The words: "Mr.Byrne! Look out, sir," kept on repeating themselves in his head in a tone of warning.
"Hadn't I better just throw myself on the bed and try to go to sleep," he asked himself.

But his eyes fell on the tall wardrobe, and he went towards it feeling irritated with himself and yet unable to desist.

How he could explain to-morrow the burglarious misdeed to the two odious witches he had no idea.

Nevertheless he inserted the point of his hanger between the two halves of the door and tried to prize them open.

They resisted.