The Dodger didn't just get his name through thieving. That may have referred to the Artful bit, but 'Dodger' came from another talent altogether. He keeps his feet light as he walks behind, his entire posture just a copy of the same that can be seen on anyone walking through London: don't look at me, don't talk to me, I'm really not interested.

He doesn't tail too close, but he keeps his eye on the man, still trying to work out where he knows him from. The face is familiar and he can't work out why. When the man stops for coffee, the Dodger isn't too far away, among a tourist group who seem utterly lost. He keeps his head down and his mouth shut.

But he's still watching.