Friday March 11th 1932

I confided to Jack that I had found the ghost. Did not say what it was but said I had tied a string around it. The night's expedition was spoilt. Jack Garratt brought along Frank Timson, a vulgar buffoon. It was hard to get a creepy atmosphere. As there was no moonlight, Barry did not recognise the crouching man or the gleaming stump. Whilst we all stood there I guided Jack's fingers on to the string around the stump and he smiled secretly. Barry nervous and we were all startled by two dark figures approaching through the wood. Even Barry however, when they got nearer, had to admit that they were live men and not ghosts. On the way back to the lights of the town, Barry staged a fit of terror and did it very well.