"Jack Sheppard's fingers are lime-twigs.

Was anything missed after the lad's departure, Sir Rowland ?" "Not that I'm aware of," said the knight.--"Stay! something occurs to me." And he conferred apart with Jonathan.
"That's it!" cried Wild when Trenchard concluded.

"This young fool is come to restore the article--whatever it may be--which Lady Trafford was anxious to conceal, and which his companion purloined.

It's precisely what such a simpleton would do.

We have him as safe as a linnet in a cage; and could wring his neck round as easily.