Through the window, he saw her come into the room.
He was pretty sure she was up to no good. She switched on the light as she entered. He thought this was strange, if she was in fact a burglar. Which he was really sure she was. No; if she was a proper burglar she’d be going through the room with a small torch. She’s probably new at the game. Unless… unless she had cased the place really well and knew for sure that the owners were out and wouldn’t be back for a while. If that was the case, she was good. Yes, she could know exactly what she was doing. He didn’t know what sort of room he was looking at. It could be a study. There was a desk, he could see that. She was walking towards it. Once there, she began sifting through a small pile of papers. Then, seeming to find the one she was looking for, she straightened and held it up to read. She had her back to him. If only he could see what it was! Was this the thing she had come to steal?
He was adjusting the focus when his door opened.
His mother said, “OK, sweetie, that’s enough telescope for tonight, time for beddy-byes.”