While the other Voice was speaking, there came slouching around the corner into the street where he held the fifth--perhaps the tenth part of a room, a really excellent specimen of the common or London thief, the habitual criminal. He was a young man--the habitual criminal is generally young, because in middle and elderly life he is doing long sentences--he had a furtive look, such as that with which the jackal sallies forth on nocturnal adventures: he had a short slight figure, a stooping and slouching gait, and narrow shoulders. His eyes were bright, but too close together: his mouth was too large and his jowl too heavy: his face was pale, his hair was still short, though growing rapidly: his hands were pendulous: his round hat was too big for his little head: he wore a long loose overcoat. His face, his figure, his look proclaimed aloud what he was. He stopped at the corner and looked at the little crowd. Everybody, for different reasons, is attracted by a crowd. Professionals sometimes find in crowds golden opportunities. This crowd, however, was already dispersing. The speaker had stopped. Perhaps they had heard other and more fervid orators on the Socialist side. Perhaps they were not in the least interested in the subject. You see, it is very difficult to get the hand-to-mouth class interested in anything except those two organs. 'This street,' said the Master, observing him with professional interest, 'is full--really full--of wealth for the observer. Here is a case now--an instructive though a common case.' The fellow was turning away disappointed, perhaps, at the melting of the crowd and any little hope he might have based upon their pockets. 'My friend'--he heard himself called, and looked round suspiciously--'you would like, perhaps, to earn a shilling honestly, for once.' He turned slowly: at the sight of the coin held up before him, his sharp eyes darted right and left to see what chance there might be of a grab and a bolt. Apparently, he decided against this method of earning the shilling. 'What for?' he asked. 'By answering a few questions. Where were you born?' 'I dunno.' 'Where were you brought up? Here?--In this street? Very well. You went to school with the other children: you were taught certain subjects up to a certain standard. What trade were you taught?' 'I wasn't taught no trade.' 'Your father was, I believe, a thief?'--The lad nodded--'And your mother, too?'--He nodded again, and grinned.--'And you yourself and your brothers and sisters are all in the same line, I suppose?'--He nodded and grinned again.--'Here is your shilling.' The fellow took it, and shambled away.