Tom continued sweeping, but slowly edged his way closer to Bill.
"It must be some necklace. I mean no one pays 20 pounds for a necklace unless it's important to him or somethin'."
"Then how come he lets it get stolen?"
"I dunno, maybe it was his servant or sumthin'. He's probably got lots of servants, Mr. Duddler. He's a rich man he is."
"Aye, I wish I was as rich as him. Now if I had his money..." and the conversation trailed off into the daydreams of poor factory boys. Tom resumed his sweeping elsewhere, but his brain raced. He knew of Mr. Duddler- he was one of the people who came to the orphanage once in awhile. But Tom didn't like the thought of approaching him. He could easily be blamed as the thief and he could hardly say he got the necklace off the neck of a dead woman.
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