“You’re the first pickpocket I’ve met who has no intention of keeping his spoils.” The boy looked down at his shoes. “It’s a habit.” “It’s a bad one,” King said. John looked to the doctor and offered a long gold chain. “’Ere’s your fob.” The doctor’s hand went to his waistcoat pocket. “I didn’t even feel it.” John grinned. “I’m the best there is in London. It’s too bad I’m reforming.” King was not impressed. “Reform harder.”
