Confidence rackets, smuggling, the black market. Once, believe it or not, I even tried going straight, and here's the story of what happened to me then. Things here in Europe is not what they was, not like just after the war. Some ordinary little mugg telling a lot of other ordinary little muggs how he once rubbed elbows with Jack the Ripper, or Jack himself. Not that I approve of Jack.
Murder is usually a mistake and always messy.
A fat little character with very little charm and no hair to speak of was giggling at one of my jokes. I've always been interested in art objects, especially if they're the expensive, easily portable sort, and that's why sculpture isn't normally my line.