Four subordinates were instantly instructed to keep a careful watch upon Angelina Dyer’s abode, and to set about the business without delay. Half-an-hour later I started on the track, accompanied by Adam Henniker. We had both undergone a considerable transformation, and would not have been recognised by our best friends. We looked like very well-to-do country simpletons who had never been in London before, and who were agog with amazement at all we saw. We noticed many a smile of covert meaning on the faces of passers-by, whose knowledge of the neighbourhood we were in made them question the wisdom of our gorgeously liberal display of jewellery. But we did not anticipate trouble, as our colleagues were mostly near enough to assist us at a moment’s notice, although until they received that notice, we were as utter strangers to each other in our occasional encounters. I had had no time to snatch a meal before setting out to watch for Angelina again, and was feeling very hungry, but dared not relax my attention. I knew, however, that people of the class we had chosen to represent saw no breach of manners in eating in the street, and we decided that our assumption of the roles of country Johnnies would look much more natural if we comported ourselves with true country unconsciousness. When, therefore, Angelina realised our expectations by emerging from her habitation, and walking towards Aldgate, Adam was cutting a big sandwich with a huge clasp-knife, and I was making futile efforts to dispose of a cake that had proved much less tempting than when it was displayed in the vendor’s window. In an instant Angelina spotted prey, and Adam, with his mouth half-full of sandwich, contrived to give her an excuse for speaking to us, if she had needed one, remarking loudly, “Aw doant care, Jane, aw’m not gooin’ whoam withawt seein’ th’ place wheer th’ Whitechapel murders were done. Aw say, missis, con yo tell us which is th’ street as th’ fust murder were done in?” “Why, yes,” was the smiling reply. “It’s just over here. I’m going that way, and I’ll show you the street.” Five minutes later the business was accomplished. We had caught the pickpocket in flagrante delicto, and one of our men had come up in time to help us to ease her of the watch and chain she had just stolen from Adam. We gave her the alternative of going to prison for both thefts she had committed that day, or of purchasing present immunity by delivering the alderman’s gold repeater to us. “Well, if ever I let a set of lags take me in again like that!” she remarked, in great disgust. “Here, take the blooming ticker, and thank your stars that none of my pals are about.” When Alderman Lanimore received his property back safe and sound the next morning, he could not restrain his admiration of our astuteness, which had of course suppressed disenchanting explanations.