“But if ’e knows th’ liftin’ lay, it’ll be Deek ’e’ll set beak on, an’ Deek ain’t clean. Or mun might even be sharp ’nuff t’ figger ’twas both on ’em,” Bazie cautioned. “Ye run th’ shake’n’snatch, ye pick yer cony careful. Gotta be one as is wuth it, got ’nuf glim t’ take th’ risk, but one as ain’t too smart, ye ken? An’ do’t when’s a mort uv crowd, but not so’s ye cain’t get slip-put away.”

Skif nodded solemnly.

“Na, ’tis yer turn. Jest wipes, fer now.”

Skif then spent a humbling evening, trying to extract handkerchiefs from the mannequin’s pocket without setting off the bells. Try as he might, with sweat matting his hair from the strain, he could not manage to set off less than two. And here he’d thought that he’d been working hard, hauling water and doing laundry, or going over walls and roofs with Deek! That had been a joke compared with this!

At length, Bazie took pity on him. “That’ll be ’nuff, lad,” he said, as Skif sagged with mingled weariness and defeat. “Ye done not bad, fer th’ fust time. Ye’ll get better, ye ken. Put yon dummy i’t’ corner, an’ leave ’im fer now. Time fer a bit uv supper.”

Skif was glad to do so. It was beginning to occur to him that the life of a thief was not as easy as most people believed, and most thieves pretended. The amount of skill it took was amazing; the amount of work to acquire that skill more than he had imagined. Not that he was going to give up!

I’ll get this if ’t kills me.

“So, wha’s news, m’lads?” Bazie asked, deftly slicing paper-thin wafers of sweet onion. This was going to be a good supper tonight, and they were all looking forward to it. Deek and Skif had done well for the little gang.

Lyle sliced bread and spread it with butter that Skif had gotten right out of a fancy inn’s kitchen that very morning. He and Deek had been down in the part of town where the best inns and taverns were, actually just passing through, when one of those strokes of luck occurred that could never have been planned for.

The inn next to the one they had been passing had caught fire—they never found out why, only saw the flames go roaring up and heard the hue and cry. Everyone in the untouched place they’d stopped beside, staff and customers alike, had gone rushing out—either to help or to gawk—and he and Deek had slipped inside in the confusion.