"A spot of tea would be nice... maybe rum... I was very depressed this morning but when my pocketwatch disappeared I felt much better. It must have been that artful Piperel, he never liked me. He can't be died. He stole my watch. I'm sure of it. He most have been making somesort of shady deal at the time of the... well, you know. I'm sure of it." He rambled like a madman, desprate for conections with his past.