“Right, sir,” said the constable, writing down the address, “You must appear tomorrow at ten before Mr. Garry, the magistrate. You, too, young master, to give your evidence.” At this the boys burst out crying, begging us not to appear, using all those deceptive arts which the London thieves practise from childhood. I, who was new to the world's deceits, was touched to the marrow by their seeming misery. The constable roughly silenced them. “I know you,” he said. “I had my eye on you two ever since Christmas. Now you'll go abroad to do a bit of honest work, instead of nickin' pockets. Stow your blubbering now, or I'll give you Mogador Jack.” He produced “Mogador Jack,” a supple shark's backbone, from behind the door. The tears stopped on the instant. After this, the bearded man showed me the way back to Fish Lane, where Ephraim, who was at the door, looking out for me, gave me a shrewd scolding, for venturing out without a guide. Mr. Jermyn silenced him by giving him a shilling. The next day, Mr. Jermyn took me to the magistrate's house, where the two thieves were formally committed for trial. Mr. Jermyn told me that they would probably be transported for seven years, on conviction at the Assizes; but that, as they were young, the honest work abroad, in the plantations, might be the saving of them. “So do not be so sad, Mr. Martin,” he said. “You do not know how good a thing you did when you looked out of the window yesterday. Do you know, by the way, how much my book is worth?” “No, sir,” I said. “Well. It's worth more than the King's crown,” he said. “But I thought it was only sums, sir.” “Yes,” he said, with a strange smile. “But some sums have to do with a great deal of money. Now I want you to think tonight of something to the value of twenty pounds or so. I want to give you something as a reward for your smartness. Don't decide at once. Think it over. Here we are at our homes, you see. We live just opposite to each other.”