'I've got you now,' thought I, and sent for him, while I got out my cane.

Up he came as cool as you please, with his hands in his pockets.

'Didn't I tell you to shake my table-cloth every morning ?' roared I.'Yes,' says he.

'Did you do it this morning ?' 'Yes.' 'You young liar! I put these pieces of paper on the table last night, and if you'd taken the table-cloth off you'd have seen them, so I'm going to give you a good licking.' Then my youngster takes one hand out of his pocket, and just stoops down and picks up two of the bits of paper, and holds them out to me.

There was written on each, in great round text, 'Harry East, his mark.' The young rogue had found my trap out, taken away my paper, and put some of his there, every bit ear-marked.