“Who’s Jack?”
“Jack Morgan—the man I used to live with.”
“Jack didn’t have very respectable friends, then, I should judge.”
“Ned and he was pretty thick. They used to do business together.”
“Was Jack a pickpocket, also?”
“He didn’t do much that way; he was too clumsy. He broke into houses.”
“What! was he a burglar?”
“Yes.”
“Do you mean to say that you lived with a burglar?” asked the stout gentleman, in surprise.
“Yes,” said Julius, unconcerned.