“Yes,” he said.
“It's the boy with the bit of broken pipe in his hat who has the, whatever it was, sir, I'm sure. I saw it all.”
“I see,” he said. “That's the coveter. Let this be a warning to you, boy, never to stop in a crowd to watch these street-performers. Where were you, when you saw it?”
“Up above there, sir. In that house.”
“In Mr. Hyde's house. Do you live there?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Since when? Not for long, surely?”
“No, sir. Only since yesterday. I'm Mr. Hyde's nephew.”
“Ah! Indeed. And that is your room up there?”
“Yes, sir.”